I have been sick all freaking week. The Penicilian is not working either. I woke up @ 7 am this morning after the good Doctor tried to comfort me and make me feel better. Then @ midnight Steve called. He told Victoria it was over, she refuses to accept it. She needs a rich husband and they lack chemistry--His words, not mine! Steve refuses to be her 401K. Perhaps I'm being mean here, but Victoria's mother called Steve. Victoria is 38 years old. How is that normal??!! Reminds me of Rodger the Retard from my summer in the Shenandoah Natl. Park, when he was sick his mother would call in for him. Granted he was mentally challenged so it was acceptable. But when is it okay to let your mother really get into love life? That just spells disaster for me. My mother would kick my ass and tell me to forget about him if he wanted to end things with me. She wouldn't let me cry or fight for a man who has made it abundeantly clear he wasn't into me. It would be his loss. Not mine. So Victoria should just give up. Walk away with some pride. We've all had our low moments and for a woman who has dated Royalty, was a Parisian model, wrote a children's book in 7 different languages, this is probably her lowest moment. Next to sending her son and his problems off to France....I'm being catty. I'll stop. Moving right along....@ 4:23 am I was awakend by "HAVE YOU BEEN CALLING ME"--A blast from the fucking past, Eric from Chicago! {T's a big fan!!} Supposedly @ 4 am he thinks I have nothing more to do than prank call his sorry ass in Chi town. It was just a way to keep me on the phone by accusing me of something I didn't do. He failed at getting rise out of me. I think I even giggled at his lousy attempts in between my coughing and hoarsness. Didn't matter to him. He was just being needy and he needed me to make himself feel better. Why, I'll never know. I even thought about hanging up on him for my own pleasure, but I thought maybe something was wrong with him and I shouldn't be so rude. I continued to talk to him until 6 am my time. I have to let the past go, right, Dr Miller??? He's doing well. Nothing else to report. I'm not going to contact that crazy bastard though. He does this out of the blue shit often. I'm not getting involved with it. With that said, I have the most painful sore throat ever. I can't even imagine what my girl Gigi must be taking on when I can't even deal with strep throat!!! I do think my meds are making me gutsy. I actually told the lady at the dry cleaners that she had dorito breath about 30 mins ago. It was gross. I had no right saying it, but I'm tired of keeping my thoughts to myself. Thats what this is for. It's my meds, I'm growing {theoretical} balls!!! Update more when I feel better.