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To celebrate we went out for dinner last night. I wore my turtle pine, which is golden, purple and greenish white sparkling stones. It belonged to Alan's grandmother, once upon a time. It's very pretty and old fashioned, and I am glad to have it.

Though I managed to keep from developing any full blown sickness last week through constant medication, I worry that I'm getting it this week instead. I've had bouts of feverishness and nausea, but never for too long. Part of me wants to just stay the hell home. But I decided I needed to reserve my PTO to use for interview, should any actually come my way. I've decided not to wait any longer, or for the end of the quarter bonus. I need something else, and the sooner the better.

police helicopter lights how long will they be out looking for you

The police helicopter is circling over our apartments, the spotlight shining down on us. I stepped outside to see them flying, because usually they are chasing people on the highway. But this time the light shone directly down between the building, and flashed over me twice.

While I stood there, barefoot and wrapped in a sweater, a man came running past me. He jerked and jumped to the side when he realized I was there. I stepped back too, and he took off running in his white track suit and pulling his cap down low. It seems absurd to be running in the night in a white suit, especially when they have the helicopter after you.

The rumbling sound of the engine blades matches the beating of my heart. It's loud and close.