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I have been asleep nearly all day today. And, no, you'll hear no apologies from me about it. I actually woke up at like noon, realized it was Sunday and rolled right back over and slept for like two more hours. I ordered a pizza, took a shower and while watching the Covenant, fell asleep again.

I pretty much ignored my strawberry all day, accepting phone calls only form people who I know don't like to be on the phone for long periods of time. I walked over to joe's to meet with Fergie and JD for a late dinner and had me a pear martini. Offers came in for some rowdy drinking at Blake's, but i opted to keep my ass at home. I have John Digweed on Tuesday and I know that's going to whoop my ass all over again.

Just as a side note, I wanna talk about my GM and Managing partner for a quick second. Yeah, these two bitches put me through it ALL the time. For example, on the night of Deborah Cox in February, Krystee actually had me convinced by 11pm that no one was coming out for her. I just about believed her and went into tears. Well, needless to say, Krystee was wrong about that one and about Paul Oakenfold, Armin Van Buuren and the Andrew Christian fashion show this past weekend. At any rate, now james is doing the same shit. Let's just say that at the manager's meeting, there will be some cussed out faggots.

All right, hopefully everyone is nice and updated and can stop leaving threatening voicemails.