Looper called me: I had sent an email saying "Where is the thing you are writing about me? You said you'd send it!" at EXACTLY the same time she'd sent it to me. I corrected it a bit then ran off to my appointment. It's for the p.r. for what is now called the Vivian Explosion. I think I'm very lucky to have Looper writing this, and very lucky indeed to have people fond enough of me to organise the whole thing. Meanwhile, I hide in my lair

I was supposed to write something funny (a snippet to illustrate my general philosophy of life) for the article but what I wrote wasn't very funny and got cut, which was fine.

Finally - I got my hair cut! Jeez - about time. My beloved haircutters are so nice - I <3 them. I came home, took my pic and finished off the staff yearbook page, worked on the 8th grade interview page a bit. Fell asleep... woke up and went online to get a message from Enjah wondering where I was. Jensel had set a tentative time for a Happening (so to speak), but I'd slept through the time - which was all right as Jensel wasn't there either. Damn us! Enjah was on-task and put us all to shame.

The downstairsers had sprayed something that smelled like cheap airfreshener, which pooled in my kitchen/bedroom and leaked into the livingroom. I had all the windows open but there was no wind. It made me feel sick so I put on the stove fan and put the oven on - thinking it would make the air move and I could cook at the same time, which all came to pass. MollyB has her girlfriend here this weekend, as the woman (who is a lawyer in D.C) is speaking at a Seattle impeach-Bush convention. The mother of the girlfriend is here, too, only from Chicago. I only mention her as she is a possible source of air freshener. It's not that I live in a Viv-o-centric world or anything - all right, well perhaps I do - but what of it?