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January 21, 2003
So Valerie's having a baby. Just additional confirmation that I'm that much closer to death. I remember when Valerie was born. Ran the 2 miles to her house to see her, only to find her asleep.

I changed her diapers. I was around for her first steps. I baby-sat her. And now she's having a child? Ludicrous as it sounds I feel betrayed. Senility does that I guess. Honestly, I wish her well. She tells me that the baby's a boy, due on my father's birthday. I suppose I'll fly all the way to San Diego to find him asleep.