8 February 2005 (yesterday) (tomorrow)

Wendy showed up in the afternoon and flopped onto Bob's bed, informing me that she was sick and that Bob was not paying any attention to this.

I bought her a cab ride to and from her practice and went to dinner with Bob at a Peruvian restaurant, where I had a large steak.

Later that evening, I convinced her to come over.   We cuddled, and kept flipping the duvet back and forth as it got too hot and too cold.