2006-09-22 || 9:18 p.m.

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lovey's alive! she's alive and not barfing and sitting on my lap. being medication free gives her the crazies nightly at around 10:40, and she attacks things we humans are unable to see. she had an in-depth conversation with the old-timey bed pan by the front door last night and then pounced the otherworldly life out of it. she also wrestled a light bulb, but that was my fault.

bethy let me put a hand on her swollen pregnant belly while waiting for a table at sunday brunch. i am not accustomed to the mechanics of babies in bellies and was surprised to feel an elbow/knee/fist slide against my hand. the gender is unknown but i am confident it will be a successful breakdancer.

in honor of the premiere of this season's america's next top model, michael sashayed down the catwalk of our living room no fewer than three times. one: slap ass after turn. two: pour one (1) full bottle of water in slow motion on his face (to drip down on moustache, cardigan sweater, jeans and wood floor. three: work it with paper bag secured over head to bump against walls and injure knee with the unforgiving corner of a poorly upholstered couch.

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