Tom’s working on the bee machine now, so I thought I’d cover yesterday’s and today’s events. Not much has happened yet so far today to tell about. My plans, though, are to do the dishes, change my bed and type various stuff like journal 84, letters, and maybe I’ll work on my story some more. I’ve been too lazy to work on my medley or to see if there are other parts of convos I never got around to edit.

Yesterday I made a suggestion for the hell of it. I told Tom to start thinking about us fooling around at the beginning of his day when he’s more awake. Also, to get me off by going down on me first, then he can go in there and not have to wait for me to cum before he’s able to stop. He always stops after I cum. He went down on me, got me off, and then went in there. As expected, he acted like he wasn’t even really into it which tells me even more that he screws only to get me off, not us off. He claims to like it when I do him by hand, but each time we get together my suspicions deepen. He’s a fluke, though. He’s what all women dream of (or gay guys like Andy), but he’s a head player. Every time he says he was close, is going to cum, wants a kid and all that shit, he still knows exactly what he’s doing. Well at least due to the fact that he’s easy to please and anything goes with him in bed except for cumming, I can be sexually selfish. Despite all this, though, and his games, I’m amazed at how much easier it’s getting to accept us never having a kid. The desire’s even slacking off a bit. We have enough to do and his game is a turn-off to the idea.

Had I been younger, I would’ve been fascinated to get a notice for jury duty. Instead, I was pissed off to have gotten one yesterday. Tom got one a couple of weeks ago, too. We’re not registered voters, so they must be using the DMV as a roster reference. They even sent it to Jodi “O.” Tom’s sure I can get out of it. Yeah, I’ll make damn sure that I do cuz I’ve had enough of pigs and courts, don’t you think?

The back room’s almost all been rearranged as far as the big stuff goes. Andy’s chair is where the computer was and the computer’s back by the window. No more glare on the screen from the sunlight.

Later I’ll be sorting some resistors for Tom that I call beads. It looks like a colored bead in the center of a thin wire. Also, the electronic chips made to be used in the bee machine are usually known as intergraded circuits.

Tom downloaded a few more puzzles from AOL. Not word seeks, but pictures you scramble then put back together. There’s a tiger, some desert scenes, etc. Here’s the cool thing about it, though. I can take a Norah picture we scanned in, or one of my drawings, scramble that up, then put that back together, too. It’s really super cool.

I forgot to note in here for the hell of it the name of Alex’s new street in Vermont. He too, lives on Pearl St. like Nervous used to. Nervous moved, though, several months ago and who knows if he has a phone? I wouldn’t be surprised if it were a new non-published number or a listed one in Crystal’s name, since they know I don’t know her last name.

Later...

Just had some more “cumless sex” with Tom. I came just fine, though.

I hope this period isn’t gonna be a killer one. The last one was light and this time around I’ve got more PMS. I even have spotting today and yesterday and I’m not due till the 14th.

Yesterday we went to the new main library which is huge. It’s got 5 big floors and a glass elevator where you can see all around you. I got a book by John Saul called Shadows. He’s pretty good and I read one or two of his books when I was in my teens.

Later...

I sure did get a lot of letters yesterday. Two from Bob, one from Diana, and a thank you card from Andy for taping his soaps which I finished up yesterday. On Monday I’ll send one to Andy and one to Bug. (Diana’s nickname) I decorated their envelopes with the decals. I could still smell that damn perfume of Diana’s all over her letter and some of her words were hard to read, but I got by.

Tomorrow’s gonna be 107º, then 108º for Monday. We’re gonna go swimming later.

I also spoke to Kim yesterday who mailed Bob the edits. She can’t wait any more than I can to hear about what Bob has to say to her about my fuck off letter. In a couple of weeks to a month, I’ll write him again and play with his head. It’s not that we hate Bob, he’s just a pain in the ass here and there. For now, let him sit and sulk. Kim said she mailed me a letter last Monday or Tuesday, but probably Monday. I should’ve gotten it by now and Tammy should’ve gotten the letter I sent her by now. If I don’t get Kim’s letter today, this PO here’s really gonna have a problem to deal with.