I had an awesome idea. To go out and buy 3 journals. None of which I would want for myself cuz they’d be either ugly or duplicates of ones I already have. Then, do 1 for my parents, 1 for Tammy, and 1 for Andy. That’d surely surprise them.

I’m out in the kitchen now writing and sipping on my coffee. Andy may call anytime. He worked from 5 PM - I think midnight.

Bob sent me 2 letters in 1 envelope and soon I’ll type to him, Kim, and maybe my parents. I may wait to type to them till after I get the dishwasher. Thank God Tom knows how to quickly and easily set it up. It’d take me quite a while to figure it out. There’s nothing the two of us couldn’t do, though.

In two hours, there’s a good movie on Cinemax. At least I think it’ll be good.

The more I think about writing journals for Tammy, Mom and Dad, and Andy, the more I like the idea. It’d take time, though, cuz I’ve got enough other stuff I like to do. What a surprise it would be for all of them. I know it’s something they’d really really like. I also wouldn’t tell them I was doing it. I would let it be a surprise.

For the hell of it, I just went to see if this, and skinnier journals, would fit into the mailers we used to send the videos in. They’re too wide, but that’s cool, cuz I’d probably use smaller journals anyway. The kind like the old tiny ones I used to have before I copied them into regular-size books like this one and mailed them off to Fran. They used to be #’s 5, 6, 8, & 10.

I’ve sure been doing my share of pre-cramping today. I took my vitamin E to help my ease my sore boobs. No wonder I’ve been less bloated lately. I just realized why, and it makes perfect sense. I’ve cut way, way down on dairy foods.

I’m still bigger than I’d like to be and I can’t wait till I get the Denise Austin thing. I’m also getting Velcro weights you stick on your wrists and ankles. Those are great no matter what you’re doing. You can do your house cleaning with them. I feel like I’d have to get down to 90 pounds to look like I did the last time I weighed 95 pounds. What’s going to happen when I have to get down to 85 pounds to look like I’m 95 pounds? Fuck that shit!

Later...

That mother-fucking son of a bitch of a printer! Can’t that fucking thing go more than a month without fucking up on me? Guess I’ll have to have Tom print it out. I sensed it too. Whenever there’s going to be a problem, I sense it like I can sense spiders. I tried to print address labels too, but those are all fucked up. For now, I’m just going to write my letters and envelopes.

Anyway, I just got done watching a movie that was good.

Andy didn’t call, so he must’ve crashed when he got home.

I’m still here at the kitchen table, but I’m going to take this book into bed and get comfy.

Later...

Tom’s up now and he’s going out soon to get us breakfast from Jack-n-the-Box.

Tom showed me what to do the next time I ever have a problem printing.

I’m getting so tired. Hopefully, after I eat I’ll get a second wind.