Well, it’s Linda Ronstadt’s birthday today. How old is she? I lost track, but I know she’s 40-something. Maybe 47 or 48.

Tom will be home soon, but I thought I’d write a little in the meantime. Still no workout thing. What’s the fucking delay?

Andy was over for a couple of hours earlier. He and I hung out at the pool and I typed a letter for him. The letter was to a maintenance guy where he lives who he’s got a crush on. This guy’s straight and prejudiced, so it’s just to freak him out as gorgeous as Andy really does think he is. We didn’t sign it or anything.

I got to thinking about Fran and this Sabrina crap. It’s just getting so old and boring. I’m tired of him always asking about her and his constant calls. Sure the VM picks most of it up, but I’m so sick of him. So, I told him Sabrina was killed by a drunk driver. He reacted both shocked and hurt. Poor poor little Fran.

Got a letter from Kim today, so soon I’ll type out some letters.

Later...

When Tom came home we went to Payless where I got white high-heeled pumps. They’re exactly like my black ones with thicker heels. My black ones are all stretched out and they don’t really go with my new dress. My low-heeled black pumps as well as my white ones are too tight, believe it or not.

I’m pissed cuz I got a postcard about my 1-2-3 Tone-Up equipment saying that there’ll be a 30-day delay.

Later...

Hey, I just had an idea. Well, I’m getting really sick of copying letters so, after BOL #11 is done, I’ll speak all my letters onto tapes. I’ll say what the date is the day I get the letter, who it’s from, and read it in. I’ll also keep a list of how many letters I get from each person and the total # of letters that are on each tape. Lastly, I’ll put on the tape (write it on a label) the date I began and ended the tape. I will speak each letter as they wrote it. So, if they leave out or repeat a word, I’ll say it that way.

I also have something to mention about quitting smoking, but I’m too tired to do so at the moment.