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So it's 10 PM, and I think Bee has had seven glasses of wine since 1 PM today. Along the way, she's mumbled something about not wanting to go to work tomorrow, needing to get paid more, something about eating too much and something else about the boy not calling her.

I just tried to keep my head low and not cause too much trouble. Of course you know I couldn't do that. Bee threatened to sell me again after I bit her friend M's hair.

Oh, and Cee is here, back from her trip to the South. But of course, so is her boyfriend. Her door is shut, her boy is inside. And I'm on the couch. Hrmph!

But maybe I'm just jealous because they never come out and play with me.