What a day. I'm so happy it's Friday. I had a huge fight with the Italian this morning. He was late for the vet appointment that the cat had. This made me insane. I love my vet. He's supernatural. I mean it. He has this extra sensory perception when it comes to animals. He keeps telling me he thinks I'll have twins, and I'm not, so the esp doesn't seem to exist with humans, but hey - who's to say someone isn't hiding behind Maggie!?! I tell him "it's a baby, Doctor. Not a litter!" He's an Orthodox Jew, very devout and he's ...holy. Seriously! I know how crazy it sounds, but my friend Nancy agrees - you feel like your little animal is getting both medical and spiritual care. You ask him how he is, he says "I'm well, thank God". Anyway, I don't like to be late for the vet. And it's all because of him that William is alive and well and happy. Do you know I've accidentally called him "Rabbi" more than once?!? I was raised Catholic and I'm a psuedo Buddhist! Where does that come from? Respect and a lack of intelligence...I guess!

Then my boss persisted in driving me insane all day with ridiculous stuff. Ugh! Did I mention that I'm sick again? That makes me very short tempered and an extra bad pain in the ass. I started to feel kind of crappy on Wednesday afternoon, and yesterday I went to my regular doctor. She prescribed the Z-Pack (my favorite - not) and some crap to spray up my nose, which she said should be fine for the baby.

Well, I'm a paranoid freak. I figured, I'll fill the script and then call my original baby doctor to get a yes or no on it. It didn't even get that far. The pharmacist at CVS where I go, whom I LOVE, said to me "Alice, I don't want you to take this". So I said fine, I don't want it. Then she starts telling me how it's "category C" for pregnant women. I said "seriously, if you don't like it, that's enough for me. I trust you." Then she tells me how women take unbelievable crap when they're pregnant. Even when she tells them that it's on a danger zone list and that a regular md may not realize it. My doc that prescribed it is not a an obstetrician. She knows her shit, but she doesn't know anything about pregnancy. That's cool, I was planning to double check. Yeesh - scary!

So now I'm home. The Italian and I made up during the day. He's asleep and I'm watching Spade on the Showbiz Show. Soon I'll finish watching a film about Arthur "Killer" Kane from The New York Dolls.

We got some news about our Crazy Neighbor last night. Apparently, she had some kind of a run in with my other neighbor's boyfriend (I mentioned him before - he's a very mellow guy who very rarely leaves the apartment next to me. I believe he's Mexican, but I'm not sure. His English is excellent). Having a run in with this guy, well, it's hard to even imagine. But she did it. And she told him to "go back to wherever he came from" and she called him a disgusting, derogatory word. They argued and he walked away. He later threatened her to one of the people in the neighborhood.

So everyone is a little on edge. Later on, a man parked next to the door of the laundromat to run in and pick up 6 big bags of laundry. It's a 4 minute transaction. She came in and started to scream at him, called him a low life. Made a racial comment (this is a black man) and stormed out. This poor guy was just blown away.

We live in a very diverse neighborhood on Long Island. It's one of those places where everyone really kind of knows how to co-exist. It's simply not an issue, you know? It's just not something you think about - people are neighbors. And this psycho is destroying my neighborhood. How I wish she'd find a perfect place to live, where she won't be around anyone that she can hurt. Ugh!

Do you like South Park? When I'm in the mood for it, I love SP!!I just can't believe what they get away with!

I think that's it for me for now. I'll talk to you soon!