Early in the morning, Tammy called. Everything’s fine with Dad, but she’s got some hip trouble. A ligament is damaged and so she’s going through treatment.

That time Rachel had the ambulance here was cuz she had a panic attack.

I had a close call myself with my asthma. I thought I was gonna end up in the ER, but Judy from the office came up and calmed me down.

I do believe I did scare Stacey off when I threatened her with court. She hasn’t fucked with me and she’s been friendlier.

Tammy didn’t call Stacey and she hasn’t heard from Sheila yet who’s supposed to return her call. Tammy reminded me not to worry as I have written permission to be here. I will never go back east.

Still no sign of Moon Shadow which is so depressing.

I recorded all my albums and 45s onto cassettes. It took me 12 hours to do it, but I believe it’s well worth it. Now I have more room and in 2-3 years when my stereo keels over and dies, it’ll be very hard to find a turntable.

I may get a letter from Tammy today or tomorrow.

I spoke to mom today who says in a week to 10 days she’ll send a package out. I guess this will be my other guitar, and perhaps I can take that and my little keyboard to the pawnshop to trade them in for a bigger keyboard. I’m gonna try selling my records to a used record store.

Next Tuesday, Andy will be gone to his sister’s in San Francisco till the following Saturday. So, I guess he’ll be gone for 5 days.

Later...

I just wrote letters to my nieces and Tammy. Tammy said she’d send journals, but it may be inconvenient. If it is, she’ll send me money. I’m gonna send her the portrait of me that the apartment complex is taking as a free Christmas gift to the residents.

Andy and I went out to the mall yesterday where I bought two journals. I now have 35 journals altogether.

I’m surprised I haven’t heard Andy get up for work. Did he oversleep? Who knows.

I am definitely going to lie out at the pool today. I want to have some color for the photoshoot this Sat.

I met this girl named Sandy there two days ago. She looks butchy. She’s married but tells me she always fantasizes about women. She’s on SS, so naturally, we hit it off really well. She’s got medical problems, too.

Maybe I can call Dennis and see if he wants to fix my speakers today. I haven’t seen too much of Randy and I hardly ever see Tara and Tonya. I hope Kara calls soon.

Yesterday Andy did what they call pulmonary cupping for 20 minutes. The last few weeks my asthma’s been worse. After Andy finished I felt better but only for a short while. It’s a little better today as I only smoked half of what I smoked yesterday.

Andy gave me a few pictures of him which were shot while he was at home. There were two of the same shots of him picking his nose. He wrote notes on the back of each one. One’s for Fran and the other will go to Nervous as well as other stuff like the letters from Kim and Bob.

I also got another poster to color with a black velvet background. This one is for Andy. I’m also gonna sew a button on a pair of shorts for him, too. Today I’ll do my laundry. I did his yesterday.

I’m also gonna steal a great idea from him. He hung one of his fancy shawls up over the vertical blinds that go across the sliding door. He hung up a silver/gray one. I’m gonna hang up my black one with fringes that he gave me before he came out here to Phoenix.

Very very soon I must tackle all the editing I have to do. I’ll also get on with that drawing. I want to send it off to Tammy. Of course, I have more letter-writing to do as always. That never ends any more than the journal writing does. I’m also gonna start typing up that story. I wrote letters to a few others to who I normally don’t write. I sent a letter off to Nancy H. She lived in Jai’s place the first time I lived on Woodside Terrace. These are all funny letters I sent. Some have moved, but I wrote to the addresses I last knew of knowing they’ll be forwarded. I sent letters to Brenda, Jimmy and Bobbie. They’ve gotten letters from me before. I also sent one to Grace D, the wacko who lived in Jimmy’s apartment the first time I was on Woodside. Also, Rita G. That wacko moved into my first-floor apartment on Locust St. after I moved out of it. Then she moved to Woodside on the first floor. I also wrote to Nelyda R the druggie thief on Oswego St. who ripped me off and several other people. Also Hank who lived below me on Oswego St. Lastly, I wrote to the two sisters, Ana and Julia who lived on the 2nd floor between Nellie and I on Oswego St.

I finished off the hair dad sent between all these people.

Later...

I may or may not have mentioned what I recently did to a local radio station here. I think I did mention calling Kathy and asking her out. She’s one of the DJs. Well, I heard this girl call in a little while ago and ask Ed, another DJ for a date. She got it. It kills me to see countless people (gay or straight) so easily go up and get what they want. Why can’t I do that? This girl doesn’t know what Ed looks like, but she sounds like she doesn’t care. If she were to meet him and see that he’s ugly, I bet she still wouldn’t care. I envy people like this. I give anything to go to bed with people I’m not attracted to and not give a shit. I have no choice.

So, anyway, I called the station and told the guy who answered that now that Ed got a date, I want a date with Kathy. He said something about her still dating all kinds of people and he took my number. I gave the name Lisa, though, and it’s not like she’s really gonna call so it doesn’t matter. It was nice just to call and say that anyway.

Later...

I am watching a talk show now.

Earlier I was out at the pool. I didn’t get all that much color, though. I was at the pool for almost an hour and Dennis and his mom were there.

I sewed the button on Andy’s shorts. He came in about an hour ago slamming the hell out of his door and stomping madly. Now I’m sure he’s watching the soaps he always tapes.