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August 6, 2003

During my entire stay in Georgia, Denny berated me for getting fat. At 5'7" and 145 pounds, I'm hardly a candidate for Jenny Craig. I'm now home but my self-esteem continues getting pummeled. A woman cut me off in the grocery line today as if I didn't exist; a car did exactly the same thing, eliciting the cry, "Is it my day to be invisible already?!" And then, while stroking the head of a sweet dog at the park, the pooch, without the preamble of kecks and surds which normally precedes such an event, suddenly vomited on my shoes. Waah.