Andy got here a little over an hour ago. Right now he’s typing a letter to that guy in Hawaii.

There’s nothing exciting on TV, so I will write now. The storm hit as Tom got home so we couldn’t cook with the power out. Therefore, we fooled around a little. After the power came back on we fried some shrimp, chicken, and French fries. I could even use the fryer on my own now. It’s really very simple.

We were going to make up those thank you cards, but Tom was beat and the power failure took up too much time.

Andy brought over tons of hot dogs. His friend drives a truck and delivers food, so they get lots of stuff they can’t eat or have no room for. So, now we have 50-60 hot dogs and Tom’s psyched. That’s pretty much all he ever eats, cuz he loves them that much.

Andy says in less than an hour he’ll be done with the letter he’s typing, then together we’ll type a letter to Don. I’ll type and he’ll dictate. This is the same guy he’s already typed letters to. One letter, actually. As I said before, the guy’s a TM (typical male) and is probably homophobic. He’s friends with another maintenance guy who works with Don, so he’s heard all the talk about it. This guy Don is really freaked out. He’s lucky he can do that. I’d get caught.

Next door, though, never came to ask us if we knew “Amy” so that’s cool.

I also filled out about 10 magazine subscriptions for Andy that are going to Don. This is fun and I miss these nights. I wish he were a regular night person again, so I could see Tom when I’m on days and Andy when I was on nights.

Later...

Tom will be getting up soon. He’ll be so thrilled to know that a VCR Andy sold to Diane in 1983 no longer works well and he’s giving it to Tom for parts.

Something’s wrong with the printer. It’s extremely sluggish. It takes 10 times longer to print stuff.

My back is so sore now and I’m pre-cramping. The pisser of that is, is that I’ve still got 5 more days to go.

I gave Andy all those little notes I made up, so that’ll keep him busy.

He tells me that in a couple of months, he’ll be a night person again. After all this time, I have to see it to believe it.

There’s something I wonder if I should mention to Tom. No, it wouldn’t upset him and he always encourages me to talk about my feelings, but I don’t know if there’d be any point in it. I guess so I could understand him even better sexually, would be my point. He’s told me that sex is an emotional thing to him. And if a woman showed her body to people (not in the case of dancing cuz that’d be a job) it’d turn him off and stop him from cumming. Then, what I don’t get is how he came with Wendy. She showed her body mainly to her husband. So, if Tom knew this, and he did, then how could he cum?

I know deep in my heart he’ll never cum with me and that’d be OK, but I’d still like to be able to understand him even better. At first, I thought he didn’t want to cum so as not to mess up the sheets or get me pregnant. Well, sheets are washable and I still doubt I can get pregnant. Especially if I’m doing him with my hand.

Well, I can’t tap into his true mind and feelings. Only he knows his mind and feelings, despite what he tells me and how good I am with people. People only know themselves the best. It could be a lot of things. Maybe he just likes to take care of himself and to a huge degree, I can understand that.

It’s a few minutes after 6:00 now, so I’d better go make sure he’s up.

Later...

I fell asleep at 11 AM and woke up at 6 PM. Sooner than I wanted to.

There was one hang-up call, so if it wasn’t Fran or a wrong number, it could’ve been Larry. Kim also called with a bummer message. She went to see Bob today after getting lost and being stuck in the rain. She was wearing shorts which weren’t allowed and had to go all the way back home. She never did get to see Bob. That was a definite curse on Bob. Yes, maybe God, or whatever, is determined to keep him lonely. No love. No friends. No visitors. Kim also said she has no love life, no sex life, so she’s ordering a pizza, and to say hi to Tom.

I also got a package from my parents, but I’ll write about it after I have a smoke.

Later...

In the package, there were two Florida T-shirts. One for me, one for him. A mug, a watch, sunblock, and a handbag with a dollar bill in it. A baseball with a picture of a Nolan Ryan on it. I don’t know who the hell that is and am not into baseball like he is, so I gave it to him. He stuck it on the wall ledge in the back room.

Lastly, there were two alligator straws and a tiny gift-wrapped box that says: Jodi - this is a very special gift that you can never see. The reason it’s so special is it’s just for you from me. Whenever you are lonely or even feeling blue, you only have to hold this gift and know I think of you. You can never unwrap it. Please leave the ribbon tied. Just hold the box close to your heart it’s filled with love inside. Love Mom. The card was pre-written.

She only wrote my name on it and signed it. I think all it is inside is a block of wood.