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Friday, February 11, 2005   Death of an Arthur Arthur Miller died at age 89. He wrote my favorite play of all time, Death of a Salesman. Sad day. Things at work are going a wee bit better. I paid for the mistake that I made so that no one can hold that over my head. I'm looking for work elsewhere. Hopefully, I'll find something good in the papers this weekend. I have a date with a guy named Mike from York tomorrow. We're going to paint pottery, followed by dinner at the Grille. Not seeing Jon this weekend. He's sick, plus, he never got with me to make plans. But he did tell me tonight that he likes me. Woohoo! ('Cause I like him. A lot.) And we're going to see each other next weekend at Atta's party. Oh, yeah. Atta's having a party on the 19th. Bitches. You're all invited. Should be a rockin' good time. Bring something to share and call or email me if you want directions and/or a ride. posted by jaime | 10:56 PM 0 comments

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