The last few days have been crazier than hell. Once again, I really wanted nothing more than to just drop dead. There’s been some fairly good stuff going on, too.

I just got my bangs trimmed a little while ago and boy did they need it.

I also got Mom and Dad’s package yesterday. There were two cartons of Cambridge smokes, some powder, a lighter, a neon braided bracelet and two very pretty barrettes and a key chain, too.

Cassandra wondered if I’d ever been molested as a child. If I was, I have no memory of it.

Kim gave me tons of stamps which is great. She went out and bought 70 stamps. I’ll be doing plenty of letter writing along with a letter I’ve started for my parents. I like to take my time on letters over the course of a few days or a week.

As far as court goes, nothing happened as the lazy idiots who are allowed to take their time, goof off and do whatever the hell they want in Northampton, haven’t spoken with Greenfield yet. I have to be back in court on Jan. 15th in Northampton. When I go to Greenfield on Jan. 8th to see Sheila, you can bet your ass I’m gonna file charges against both Jenny and Maliheh. Then all I have to do when Kim knows her schedule is reschedule that lactose test and my dentist appointment. Also, go down to see Tammy sometime.

Now it’s time to write about the biggest nightmare here on Elm St. since I last wrote. Between both Peter and I, we’ve managed to solve the problem. I hope. By Dec. 24th when I pick up my phone and hear a dial tone, then there’ll be real peace of mind. Since I never expected Mom and Dad to suddenly cry poor, I figured for sure I’d be moved on Jan. 2nd as she told me. So with my phone in “Maria S’s” name, I went on a field day.

She’s both doing me a favor and not doing me a favor by backing out. Conveniently, when I got in trouble with the phone. Not that I’d expect her to be thrilled by me getting into trouble but she did give her word 3 years ago that she’d move me. To her choice of place, of course. I was hoping she’d pay to move me into a market rent place, subsidize me and then as soon as I got a subsidized place I’d pay on my own. I mean, until and if anyone could get a subsidized apartment, who wouldn’t want to pay their own rent with money leftover? Also, there’d be no strings attached. Total independence. Car rides are a different ballgame. I would usually be able to count on the bus, though. A cab would be affordable on the days Tammy was busy or the times no buses run.

So, to wrap it up for now as my hand’s getting tired, “Maria S’s” phone got shut off yesterday. She rang up a $1,700 bill. Therefore, Jodi Lin ran next door to let the phone company know Maria took off. No one knows where she is so Peter M let me move in. They gave me a new number to be connected on the 24th. Meanwhile, I ran downstairs and spoke with Peter. I told him that until I move, the phone is my only connection to life. Friends, scheduling appointments, the CC and in case I have a deadly asthma attack. I told him the story of Maria and he said he’d back it up.

Shadow just jumped up on my lap.

Later...

I just finished eating and I’ve now decided what to do till 3:00 when Matlock comes on. It’s definitely time to do some editing. Last night’s project was fun. During my first few journals, it took me a while to get organized. I took last year’s calendar and Kim’s old calendar too and covered up all the unnecessary doodling which made it sloppy looking. All the phone numbers and little notes which should’ve been written on a pad that was on the front and back inner covers. I’m currently listening to an old tape of Fran playing his Batman story out on the CC. I can just imagine what they think of this weird and very strange case. Time to do my editing. I’ll write more later on.

Later...

I finally got my editing done and now I’m quite tired. I’ve been working on and off since 1:30 this afternoon. Not the funny edits, but editing down the conversations between several different people. Taking out blank spaces, ringing and boring stuff. I completely filled up the blank tapes Tammy and Kim gave me. I took the Laura Branigan tape with Fran on it and filled up the very end of the side I never listen to with edits. There’s also a part in that tape where he’s put on hold for a couple of minutes and he starts his obnoxious banging. I filled that in with Nervous and the timing was perfect.

Three more days till I have a phone. I hope all goes well with that! Perhaps there is a good God after all. Between me and my acting, Peter and Kim and I ought to be hearing a dial tone on the 24th.

Andy’s no doubt freaking out, thinking what the fuck?!?! I’ll have to call him Tuesday, and thank God he has a voicemailbox as he probably won’t be home. I’ll also call mom and dad, Cassandra, Tracy, the PD, CC, Sally and Jill and God knows who else.