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Tuesday, May 20, 2003

RESIDENT EVIL

after everybody when home on saturday night, i opened the fridge to discover three big pieces of leftover chocolate birthday cake. bad news, i thought to myself. the next morning upon awakening, the first the thought i had was of the cake in the refrigerator and how yummy it would taste. i promptly got up and chucked the cake into the garbage can. i felt very proud of myself.

later that afternoon, most of my restraint went out the window when i visited a tea party given by my friend ELIZABETH. her tantalizing spread featured a slew of baked goods, or should i say baked evils, that she had prepared the night before. i couldn’t resist. i had 6 cookies and 2 pieces of cake.

my next stop was at a backyard barbecue thrown by DOREEN, who is in the music publishing business, so most of the people there were songwriters and music executives. i was much better there, as i ate only a grilled chicken breast and some asparagus. DOREEN is the girl i drove cross country with at christmas of 2001. she got a game of UNO going and everybody pitched in to teach me how to play, including RODNEY “DARKCHILD” JERKINS and GARDNER COLE, who wrote OPEN YOUR HEART for MADDY and EVERYTHING and MOST OF ALL for JODY WATLEY.

at one o’clock in the morning, my best friend TOM broke his foot while stepping off of the curb. he’ll have a cast on his foot for the next 6 weeks.

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