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Dinner party last night had too much red meat and wine and therefore there was no sleep for the weary – I think I actually slept two hours last night – the black circles under my eyes are proof. My incoherent nature midday was further proof. Sleep is so underrated – it can change everything and make you less weird. Like I broke down in Walgreens today passing the GI Joes, but I think I was tired more than anything.

Mom is on her fourth day of work and she’s almost manic with how much she loves the drive to and fro – me thinks she seems too joyful about this 40 minute commute. She said she passes these beautiful houses and dreams about moving in one of them – but they have water underneath – I said water? – are they camps? – no they are not camps, they are houses she insists, but built on water – and then she says, “I can’t even think of living with water swirling around underneath me after Katrina.” I think she is delirious because her neighborhood has gone straight to hell.

N is back on the sad wagon again – she’s frustrated with her sadness so it manifests itself in anger – Xanax is her only friend.

The WSJ printed an article today that says the Louisiana Public Mental Health Review Commission estimates that more than 260,000 people in the state are on the verge of developing post-traumatic stress problems ranging from anxiety to depression – HA HA HA HA HA HA HA – they can’t be serious? – that is hilarious – on the verge? – developing? – first of all there are only 150,000 people in the city and they ALL have PTS in its full technicolor spectrum.

I think not only PTS but everybody in the building industry has developed MORON tendencies. I went by the LaLa and the hardwood floor guy was picking up his stuff – since one room is jammed with insulation I simply asked if they had patched the vent hole and he said and I quote, “you think there is one in here?” – I laughed out loud – really dude, they have vents in every room but they skipped this one because why should this room have air. Moron!

And as usual = MIA contractor, no plumber, metal siding guy still hasn’t made it over, framers disappeared, HVAC who knows – and there are PILES of trash in front and back making my house stick out like a sore thumb on the bayou. Sigh.

I learned I have 20 days of vacation I need to take by end of August and I still need to travel a bunch for work – so I booked NY, booked Boston, booked Arkansas – trying to cram in San Francisco – and so when is there time for vacation?

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