AN: Kudos to those who can see what I mixed into this strange little fanfic of mine!!

Entry Thirteen

February 12th

Dear Diary,

Today has been absolutely chaotic! At work, one of the security persons went ballistic and started shooting the weatherman. Everyone ducked and screamed and ran for bloody hell. It seems that Brick (the weatherman)0 is recovering in the critial wing of the hospital, but it is assumed that he will recover fine. But while he is healing, I shall take over his duties. I hope it doesn't take too friggin' long. He already has mental issues. A few more won't hurt him!!!

And Just Peaching Great. I get to be the weatherwoman! If Ed makes me wear those ridiculously slutty oufits to report the weather, I'm going to storm into that dinky office of his, knee him in the balls, and scream in his face.

After all the police left, I rushed out of there because Miroku had invited me to a very fancy restaurant to celebrate Sango's pregnancy. It was great.

Yura, Kagura, Sesshoumaur, and everyone gathered there. Kagura got sloshed and she started hitting on Houjou, much to the embarassment of him and the enjoyment of Yura. She loves the man to death, and it just cracks her up. She's not the jealous type...

Kagura always manages to track down the poor man everytime she gets drunk. How she does that is beyond me... maybe a radar?

Sesshoumaru wasn't the happiest little bunny... hell. He's never a happy little bunny. The closest he can get to a happy little bunny is probably a constipated growling puppy.

That's hilarious. Anyway, he wasn't happy... so he threw his wife over his shoulder, gave Sango and Miroku a congrats and departed.

I think I'm a little drunk right now too... but I wonder what would happen if Sesshoumaru got drunk???

I'm going to have to get Miroku to make that happen... I would die laughing. Hard.

It's great to be surrounded with such good friends. I just love being with thtme, because it's when I'm by myself that I think about Inuyasha... It still hurts as much as it used to... butnow I'm rather... accustomed to it. Strange, but true.

If anyone had told me love was this hard, I would have become a shrine maiden years ago. There are two days left...