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My girl won her second Golden Globe in as many years, and I couldn't be more proud. And what a dress! And I was satisfied with the Chicago winners. Renee Z. definitely deserved it. She looked good in her costumes.

I shouldn't be up now because it's 2:50 a.m. EST. I've got two interviews tomorrow. One with a woman from the U. of Michigan and the other with a guy from the INS. I'm doing a story on a new system that tracks international students. I'll try to write a good one, Jim. Gray got back tonight. She brought up living together and I told her that that wasn't going to happen. She hit my leg twice. Candace hit me in the head yesterday when I told her I wasn't going to live with her. I really need to be more careful.

Candace and I cooked tonight. Kind of. She insisted on putting a pot in the convection oven. I told her, mind you, that I didn't think that was a good idea. She didn't listen and in went the pot. A few seconds later, it started smelling a little. Like a burning pot. So I got the fan and she took it out of the oven. I told her. We had stir-fried chicken and she brought some spinach. I'm not sure how I feel about cooked spinach yet. I ate it, though. Sleep.