2000 July 21 Friday

Five free Fridays before Labor Day are given to me when I start my new gig at the end of June.

Today is the first of my five paid Summer Fridays.

I sleep. I clean. I exercise. I swim. I shower.

Around the time I would return from the city, I venture to the city to attend a Manhattan 8th Ward party on the Upper East Side.

"If you're not going to marry me, then get out of my face!" say the smiling faces silently.

My middle school and high school classmate Heidi Rasmussen and I spend three days of the four-day Fourth of July Weekend together in the city. She scarcely speaks to me now. I'm no longer an intern, so it can't be that. Is it because she lives in the city and I live in New Jersey?