Wednesday, October 22nd
 (dictated 6:58 pm, Oct 29) 

     It’s off to work I go, but first, 
let me tell you what happened after my 
name went public.                      
     Nothing. Not a fucking thing.     
     I was expecting a whole truckload 
of reporters to call or just show up,  
because I’m such a big-ass celebrity   
now, but nothing happened.             
     Sometimes, I’m just so full of my-
* self, and I was disappointed, but I      
also knew that being anonymous was the 
best thing that could happen,          
especially with my history.            
     After my meeting with the DA, and 
while I waited for the horde of repor- 
ers, and the lynch mobs, Beth and I    
took care of the little kitten, whose  
name was Fishy.                        
     Once again, we made a little fort 
of pillows, put him right in the mid-  
dle, and camped out near the fireplace,
singing campfire songs and roasting    
marshmallows again.                    
     That didn’t last too long, because
Fishy’s temperature started going up   
right after dinner, and Beth spent the 
rest of the night trying to keep him   
cool and checking every few minutes to 
make sure it didn’t get too high.      



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