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More dreams about Nick. And that my stuffed animals came to life and tried to kill me. I woke up and rolled over to tell him not to go into the den, but he wasn't there obviously.

Today I am going to try to go to the gym, then go to the Getty, Melrose, and Santa Monica with Karla. I have new purple stiletto heels I am going to try to wear with my frankie b.'s. I'm bringing my chucks just in case. And on another note, I have taken to wearing false eyelashes. I kind of like looking like a drag queen. /plays work it girl by rupaul.

Last night I tried to eat some greek food, but I barfed it all up and went to bed at like 10 p.m.

I am trying to stay happy and busy, but it is very hard. I just have to be patient and know that things are going to work out and that eventually we will get back together. At least we are on speaking terms, that has to count for something, right? It is a huge improvement from last time this happened. I am hoping in maybe another week he will agree to have dinner with me or something. Anyway.

I now have business cards and brochures for my work. Where do I put them and/or hand them out? Suggestions?

And on my final note:

If anyone here is religious, I am not too proud to ask you to pray for me that I get through all this and everything gets worked out.

Thanking you in advance,

Me.