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Hey! I was in Brookings last weekend and I came down with the flu or some shit- so I high-tailed it back to SF that night and didn't get around to typing more before I left. I had a high temp and I felt like complete ass. I recovered by Monday and now- life is great- I am eagerly awaiting my new 'big girl' bed- it arrives next week. See ya later twin sized bed!! Come to me 'Queenie'- (I'm still working on the nickname).

My entertainment is going swimmingly- my cable finally returned America's Next Top Model to it's original night and channel- I was so happy. Tuesday is truly the night of TV I love the most- give me my Gilmore Girls and my Top Model and I am a happy girl. The rest of the week is so-so. Thursday's All-Star Survivor is going nicely- I'm waiting for the fireworks to start but I'm not holding my breath.

I got my hair cut today- it is nice and short (my version of short is most people's idea of medium length). I just needed a change. I'm going to color it tomorrow when I go back home.

My friend Vickie came up to Sioux Falls last night and we did the same thing that we have always done when she comes up- go out to eat with her married friend and her husband and then go to Nutty's. It was boring and pointless- although we did mix it up a little by going to Borrowed Bucks. I saw a drag queen or at least an outrageously dressed woman- hair up to god- I swear. I am going to tell her that the next time she comes up we should do something alone- because no offense married people cramp my enthusiasm for going out.

I've been pretty confused about something lately and I don't know if I should talk about it on here- but here I go.... I recieved a phone call from someone who left a message to call him back. It was from someone I haven't heard from for a long time. After a couple of days I return the call and leave him a message- and I haven't heard back from him. My mind immediately told me after I placed the call that he had accidently called me and that I was a fool to have called him. I am trusting that second thought more and more as the days go by. So anyhoo- that is just something that frustrates me lately.

I just talked to my friend who lives in Vegas and she told me she was in a movie where she is doused in hopefully fake blood. She said it was by some guy doing an 'independent' movie about a cult and she is someone who is obviously doused with blood. I just shook my head- I'll have to ask her what the name of it will be. She is going to the premeire in Palms' Casino tomorrow night- so it has to be somewhat ligit.

I may have more shit to cover later