November 5th, 2002

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working late again. its a good thing. We need the cash. James is chugging along at his job, which makes me happy. I was worried that he'd hate a desk job after pursuing it for so long. In the meantime, I am meeting his MOTHER on Thursday. He tells me to relax, but you know how it is. I'd like her to love me. Really, I would. We were just talking about where to go for dinner on thursday...and a time..perhaps 7pm. Great, I said. Enough time for me to go home and put on 10 outfits and get nervous.