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2006-03-01 - 11:24 a.m. My new girlfriend Gretta The Adopted Dog is turning out to be a big belching, pushy Drama Queen, sighing as she sashays through the apartment, a girl with some attitude. This week I was out a day and a half, sick to my stomach after eating some old chinese food. Gretta decided whenever she'd had enough of me lying in bed moaning...she'd crawl up to my face on the pillow, flop on her back, stretch her head back upside down and go "Aaaugh!" then try to dig my nose out of the blankets, whining. When I did feel well enough to go sit up in front of the tv, she'd strut up, stare me in the face, and let out a long, slow belch. The night before I decided (wrong decision) to go into work, I was feeling miserable, and took out a box of decoupage items and absentmindedly took each one out and put them back - printed paper, tissue, an old car ticket for the Staten Island Ferry, a piece of beaded lace. When I left work early to come back and suffer in bed alone, there was my box of decoupage, plop in the center of my bed, open slightly, the piece of lace and the Staten Island Ferry ticket lying nearby. I'd felt lousy, but Gretta made me laugh. Why would she carry that box through five rooms and place it so carefully on the bed? Apparently she is considering tapping into her creative side