Megan McCafferty

February 25th, 1998

Sunday, February 25th, 2007

The Grammys

Let’s talk about Madonna. You know what I find shocking about Madonna? Not the Sex Book. Not the newfound Earth Mama yoga loving shtick. No. What I find most shocking about Madonna is how bad she sucks.

And I LOVE Madonna.

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February 8th, 1998

Thursday, February 8th, 2007

My first comedy writing class at The New School:

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January 5th, 1998

Friday, January 5th, 2007

I had Sri Lankan vegetable buryani (which is essentially the same as Indian vegetable biryani except it swaps an “I” for “U” and golden raisins with cashews) when I had lunch with Nancy today. This was fun, and not just because I never, ever take writers out to lunch.

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April 5th, 1998

Wednesday, April 5th, 2006

This fratty guy was sporting a head full of teeny braids held together with an assortment of rainbow colored rubber bands. He must have smoked a whole bale of pot on vacation to think that this was a look he should bring back to the United States.

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February 7th, 1998

Tuesday, February 7th, 2006

I should remind myself to go back and read my journals from my first days at YM and Fitness just to reinforce that I always have paralyzing fears when I don’t know what the hell I’m doing.

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December 17th, 1998

Saturday, December 17th, 2005

When I was in the hospital, my world was drenched in syrup and the sharks were coming after me. A child’s screams tugged at my blankets and I kept waiting for the comfort of sleep.

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December 9th, 1998

Friday, December 9th, 2005

I was afraid that by reaching over to take this notebook out of my bag, C would stop rubbing my neck through my hair with his hand–and he did indeed stop. I’m on the train to New York for the first time in months and I’m afraid of that, too. Not of hurting another disk again by getting tossed around in the backseat of a cab going 0-to-100 and back again in less than five seconds. No, I’m afraid of what the city brings out in me and how easily.

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November 19th, 1998

Saturday, November 19th, 2005

I sat at my desk for a whopping five minutes today before I surrendered to the throb in my spine. This is the longest I’ve sat at the computer since the surgery. C took a photograph to commemorate the occasion.

I realized as I hobbled into the shower this morning that I’m sort of not looking forward to the general lack of concern for my well-being that will inevitably set in once I can walk without a limp or get dressed without my lumbar corset or sit up more than I lie down.

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