I didn’t get up till nearly 3 PM today. I had been exhausted and up for a long time, so I was beat.

Tom got groceries and blew up another drawing of mine.

I did laundry and I’m pissed cuz I accidentally put my newest skirt in the dryer and now it barely passes my ass.

Tom bought a new pool toy. They’re 4 rings that stand upright on the bottom of the pool that you swim through.

I heard one of the animals next door scream bloody murder for about 15 minutes. I wondered how it could take the heat, and their sprinklers weren’t on. Why’d they have to come back from Idaho so soon? I’ll probably have to listen to them every weekend now. Then, it’ll get worse before it gets better cuz when the temperature’s just right, they’ll leave their doors open and I can hear every scream they make. I guess whatever’s up there would prefer me to listen to other people’s kids than have one of my own. Not that we’ve tried as Tom’s so easy to please All he needs (wants?) is a hard-on and he’s well satisfied. We played around after we ate and he had no problem getting in there after two dollops of KY jelly. He said, though, that if his arms didn’t get tired, he’d have cum in two minutes. Uh-huh, sure. I don’t think there’s anything wrong with him or me just cuz he prefers hard-ons over cumming. Or is there? He was so exhausted that he went to bed early, shortly after we screwed.

I went swimming, then ate, watched TV, listened to music and typed. I tried to draw, but my luck’s run out. Everything I created sucked.

We made deep fry butterfly shrimp for me and it was so good. Just like you’d get in a restaurant. We also made donuts out of Pillsbury biscuits. Those were not the greatest of all.

I took Andy’s advice and boiled some vanilla extract to freshen the air. Yes, it works. It takes out cigarette smoke.

Tomorrow I have a letter going out to Bob and soon I’ll do one for my parents and Kim.

Later...

To hell with the hair removal system for now. You gotta go over the same little area again and again. It takes forever and it grows back almost as fast as a regular shave. With a regular shaver, I can quickly shave up really well.

Andy had told me he needed a new batch of funny/weird notes, so I just did him up a supply. I finished off a pad of paper. I’ve had it for 9 years. In fact, my mother gave it to me the day I went out on my own on 12/3/85.

I recopied all 13 and a half pages last night from this book as well as the previous one.

I briefly spoke to Tammy. They’ve got Bill’s aunt and her 14-year-old son there from Israel.

Tammy said that the other day when I had tried to call, her mother-in-law had pulled a lot of shit. I had said she must be like our mother, but she said there’s no comparison. She said she’s worse than our mother. That sucks and explains why Bill’s sometimes narrow-minded, moody and not Mr. Sensitive of the Year.

She got my sketch and said it was nice, but she hasn’t really had time to look at it. That’s cool.

I asked if Mom and Dad have called her recently. She said no. They almost never call here either. I still can’t believe they never sent a check or a dishwasher. They’ve only backed out on very few things they said they were going to do. That much I can really say is true for them.

I talked with Andy too, who asked if I’d heard from Fran. When I said that I amazingly hadn’t, he said I will when he gets his letter. But I thought he got it today? Maybe not, cuz Andy says it’s taken his letters 6-7 days to get to people in Springfield, as well as at the beach.

Today Tom set up the aerator so it covers just about the whole pool. I love it, cuz I feel much safer from bees.

He should be home within an hour, but soon I’m going to go for another swim and do some computer work.

Later...

Tom came home shortly after I last wrote. We’ve been having fun printing out thank-you cards in a different way. However, the printer driver may be screwed up.

We just went swimming a little while ago and tomorrow Tom’s gotta zap the pool cuz it’s green.

Andy called again a little over an hour ago. He said some guy’s been calling his mother and asking, “Is Andy there yet?” We’re quite sure it’s Fran. I’m also sure he’s tried to call my parents, but I highly doubt he’ll reach them cuz they moved and have a new number. I called their old number and it just rang and rang, so someone else’s got it now. Before a recording came on saying the new number.

He could probably reach Phil if he wanted to, but I could really care less if he did call him or anyone else with my maiden name. I don’t care if he calls someone and I also don’t care if they believe whatever bullshit he says about me.

It was very hot and quiet out today and it will at least continue to be hot. I won’t hear them next door more than once a week till September. It seems that when it’s warm and when they’re out, they go out back. In the winter they live in front, right outside my window. Thank God for the fan as well as my stereo.

There have been absolutely no concerts from across the street, but was Dan really a senior last year? Is he moving, or does he have another year to go?

I’m almost done with the typing of #41, so I’ll go finish it up, then maybe I will watch the movie I taped.