*11.04.2002 - 2:31 p.m.*

Well, November third, in a word, sucked royal monkey balls (ok, four words).

I woke up in the morning to my cell phone ringing. It was my parents calling to tell me that my cat had died of a liver disease. Midnight was 9.5 years old and the sweetest cat ever. He didn't mind kids, he let you hold him, and he was beautiful. White and black, like he was wearing a tuxedo, with yellow-green eyes. We'll miss him.

Then, thanks to my Dad having a computer link to all my bank transactions, I found out that I haven't been getting direct deposit from work for a month...for some reason they started sending me regular paychecks...to my parents house. So, I have to get those deposited and I have to get direct deposit back.

So, after that nice wake up, I hung out with Dave till he had to go to work, cleaned my room, worked on bead stuff, and took a nap. Then I took a shower and got all dolled up because he was taking me out to dinner on a date date.

Dinner was really good, we went to Charlie Browns and I had a really really really really good steak.

Then the clincher to the day...

We came back to my room...Chrissy wasn't here...so we took off our shoes, and he got comfy on the bed and went to put on a movie while I went to the bathroom...lo and behold! My period came!

Gah.

So, we watched the movie and snuggled. Then he went home. I went to check my e-mail and found out that my poem had not been chosen to be in the Fall 2002 edition of The Siren.

So yeah. November 3rd sucked.

On the plus side, I did win the No Mega CD on ebay.