02 - Oops! My Mom Called the Lawyer Again

Very, very tough coming up with this. I’ve had a cold and it’s hard to concentrate, and I don’t want to focus on the war/don’t think it’s funny. But if I give up the second week I’ll just be a cancer patient, so I’d rather write about Britney’s mariage, which I’m sure will be over by the time this book is published.

Now—what to do about this pesky only submit twice a year thing? Use my own name again to try to stand out, or save it for later so as not to arouse suspicion?

September 25, 2004

Okay, submitted under my own name, more out of exhaustion than anything else. It’s ridiculous, but I’m now checking my mail compulsively and feeling rejected by the lack of response. I was hoping this would lead more to a feeling of hope than disappointment, but I’ve got to stay with this. Fifty times, that’s the point.

My hair is still coming out in every-larger clumps, and my cold is still dragging on. Chirley seemed freaked out yesterday and told me that if my fever spiked above 100.4, that I had to call. I was too busy trying not to cry to ask her what would happen then.

Anyway, the under-a-hat wigs I’ve ordered have arrived, if I have to go get my head buzzed tomorrow. I ordered a Red Sox cap this time. Sort of a patron saint of lost causes kind of thing. Or something.