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Thank god for busy weekends. Today I am headed to the Petersen Auto Gallery to scope out classic cars I will never be able to afford and then off to sushi, and then off to see Digital Underground.

Tomorrow will be spent recovering in pajamas at my friend Karla's house drinking martinis and watching sappy girl flicks and sharing a box of kleenex.

I am thinking sometime next week I am going to have to take out sinatras_doll for gin & tonics or guinness or whatever the lady prefers because people, if you haven't met/spoke to/read her journal, you are sorely missing out. This girl has a heart of gold and is a warrior to boot. She RULES.

Ok, now I have to shower and go grab my "date" for today's events. I'm scared he's going to try to kiss me. And I'm scared that I might let him. sakdjlaksjd *shudder* I can't go around trying to kiss people to make myself feel better because that is just rude for the other person.

I dreamed about Nick again last night, in this one he was holding me and I asked him if I would ever see him again, and he said, "probably not." And I cried, but he held me...and that was kind of it. I woke up sad, but I feel ok for some reason right now. But it could be the Klonopins, so who knows.

Distractions are what I need, and distractions I shall have.

Have a good weekend all.