December 31st, 2005

Dance the Ghost with Me

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I am worried about Renee. Her work called me the other day saying she never showed up. I told them she was sick and hadn't gotten a chance to call them, so they let her off the hook. But I thought she'd been mugged and since the girl doesn't have a mobile phone I couldn't call her. I ran around Regents Park like a idiot but she was home when I got back. She said she got to the bus stop and then suddenly felt dreadfully ill. I hope she's not very sick.

My mother is still here. She's driving me nuts. But usually she's out all day. She keeps wanting us to go out at night and 'live it up' which I think is a frantic try to recapture her youth. She still HAS youth. She's only in her mid 30's. Crazy woman. And I thought I was bubbly. She makes me feel exhausted.

So with the strees of a potentially sick girlfriend, a crazy mother, and a runway show tomorrow...oh god...toDAY....I spent all day baking. So there is now 15 kilos of cookies around my kitchen. Okay, that's an exaggeration. But not much of one. I also made breads. Pumpkin bread, banana bread, zucchini bread. I think I scared everyone. But hey, they have LOTS to eat for the next ever.

I am going to fall flat on my face.

At least I'll get paid for it. They still pay you if you trip and ruin everything....right?
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