Word of the Day: ludic Cox is doing all weird things today, aka switching channels on me. I'm so confused now, I don't know where anything is. Cox is the devil. I was watching 'Birth Day' on Discovery Health, and one of the husbands or partners or whatever is politically correct now looked just like Fabio from Rome!! I started freaking out. He had the long hair all over the place, the really square face, the non-existant lips. I automatically thought of Michelle and her obsession with his awesome green pants and that orange jacket. And I laughed for a long time, which felt good. I suppose this whole entry is going to be about things freaking me out. I was watching 'A Baby Story' yesterday, and the episode was apparantly about the trials of the first few days at home with the newborn. They showed a shot of the couple in their bedroom with the baby in a bassinet next to the bed, and the comforter on the bed was the same one that we have. I was freaking out because the thing's so damned ugly that I'd never imagine anyone really wanting to buy it. It was free to us, but them, they probably spent well-earned money on it, and it's so ugly. I freaked out so much that I wrote JD a note before I went to work telling him about it. It was funny. Also on the freaking me out front, I was working yesterday afternoon and something really weird happened. We were busy and I was working with Nicole [so I was busy because she never does anything of worth] and I think Velma might have been up there, I don't even know or remember. All of a sudden, there was this kid, maybe thirteen or fourteen, who just kind of appeared from nowhere and said, 'Miss, what time is it?' I looked up and it nearly took my breath away. Here was this kid standing in front of me who looked like our son is going to look like [whenever we have a son] when he's that age. He had a long face like JD, he had a big nose and big, dark eyes, but he had darker hair than JD and my complexion. He was wearing a black Ramones t-shirt, a black jacket, and black pants. I told him it was almost five, and he gave me a weird look [more than likely in response to the weird look I undoubtedly had on my face], said thanks, and walked out the door. The more I thought about it during the night the more I convinced myself that that boy was a vision, that no one really saw him apart from me, that I'm going to have a boy like everyone is telling me, and that that's what he's going to look like.