Hello. I had a good day at work yesterday. I was running around--OK, walking around, doing more things than usual. I got to work today at 7:55! I'm cat sitting for a friend during Christmas. My life has come to that. Not only do I have my own cats, I'm offering to watch other people's cats. Anyway, we arranged that I would call him on Sunday to pick up the keys. I call, busy. Call back in an hour, busy. He e-mailed later and said he was having computer problems. So, we agreed, I'd pick them up Monday after work. I call and get the machine. I go home, get off the bus close to where he lives--way out of my way--and call again. Again, the machine. He wrote me this morning saying sorry he wasn't at home, he went to go see a movie! Well, why didn't you call or write me letting me know this ahead of time! I'm not a mind reader. Is that wrong or what? I'm so angry, AAAAAAAHHHHH!!!!! Internet acting, thank you.

Here's a plug: 12/20/00, check out Late Show with David Letterman. There's a good chance that I may be on. I want to end this diary by giving a shout out to my friend Sean. Sean wrote to me asking if I respond to people's questions online. The answer is no, no I don't. Good day.