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I hate snow days. I don't know what to do with myself. I hate sitting at home. I hate being alone. Or with Steven. I need social interaction otherwise I go crazy. And, I'm worried about Chris. I should have gone out while my grandmother was here to babysit Steven, maybe showed up at his house to check up on him, but she's leaving in an hour so now it's too late. Steven would have stayed home sick today anyway, so it doesn't matter to him. He's wandering the house with his plastic rifle that we bought in Williamsburg looking for something to do. The beginnings of Michael Moore's next movie. I see it now. That's what I should do, watch a movie. But I have no patience. Plus, I hate watching movies along. Maybe, if weather permits, or if my mother permits, I can go see Havanah Nights with Hae-Joon. Not because we think it's a quality movie, of course, but because Diego Luna is in it. What a dreamy Latino Man. But Gael is still better. God FruFru is stank. I should change the cedar in the hamster cage. She's getting fat too. As am I. I went on the treadmill once this week. Then I vomited because the phlegm started coming up. And that is what I get for jogging after dinner. Now I have to fill out a Peer Leadership Monthly Report even though my kids hate me. Christie said, "My brother says you're hot." Damn child. I am not ghettolicious. I do not want to be ghettolicious. Only my boot-tay.