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I can't skip my meds. I'm in total agony. What's the point of paying a trainer if you can't function? Why am I even doing this? I can barely move. I hate meds.

Zoe is my heartbeat. The girl reads me like a book. Tonight she sang to me and we snuggled in and talked for a while. My folks were at a special mass at church (with the Bishop and about 40 priests) and Zoe and I made those precut cookies with red hearts on them. She addressed all her little Valentines for her school chums and then was singing Elvis songs in the shower. She came out and nakedly did her little Elvis snarl. Then she started doing the Elvis hip swaying.

I remember when she was little, a girlfriend of hers showed her the Elvis booth at Fuddruckers and she came back and exclaimed, "Mom!!! Did you know that Elvis was a KING?"

I laughed and then she said, "Yeah, and he died on the toilet!"

Happy Valentines to those who believe in love and flowers and sappy cards. And Happy Thursday to you unsentimental folk.

I can do this. I have Zoe and that's about all I need right now.

No assignment. Don't overdo it on the chocolates.

I miss flowers. From men who worship me.

Posted by debutaunt at February 13, 2008 10:25 PM