Last night I had dinner with Marci. She scared the shit out of me by announcing that she's having a bunch of tests done to see if she has an ovarian tumor. She hasn't been able to keep food down for six weeks, and I caught a firsthand glimpse of this after dinner on the side of the interstate. My rarely seen compassionate side stepped in, much to her shock as well as mine. Then we went to Lake Hefner and talked about how depressing marriage must be and how life should end around 29.