Kim will be returning from Florida today. Back to the cold and the snow. Is she really that close to her mother and Doug that she won’t move to Florida when she could afford to? I guess she is. I wonder how many letters Kim will have from Bob waiting for her at the post office.

Tom will be getting in, in 10 minutes and I guess Andy will be here soon too.

I spoke to Tammy yesterday late morning her time and all was still well. I hope I was wrong for her sake, but I still have gloomy feelings revolving around her.

Jenny had to have gotten her stuff before the weekend and so far, it looks like she did get cold feet. I kind of hope so. I more than kind of hope so, but what did she want from me? A quick 5 bucks to use towards her phone bill?

I wonder if Tom had a hard time sleeping knowing Andy was gonna be here. If this is so, it really does a great job of convincing me he wants a kid and can handle a third party around.

Later...

I finally finished cutting out and taping in all those cat pictures from the calendar Kim sent.

I would assume Kim’s on the phone now. Lucky for her that she doesn’t smoke.

Tom’s had no problem with Andy being here and is just as glad to help him out as I am. Andy was gonna sleep on the couch, but I threw him in my bed so I could have the TV.

Speaking of TV, I’m pissed. Now I can’t get the picture to go away at all when I turn the power switch off. How the hell am I gonna record anything now? I had to turn it off by the cable box, but I need that on to record shit. I hope Tom can fix it. We need so many things, yet we have no money.

Then there’s my clock radio. Andy asked to sleep to the radio and that quit on me as I was tuning into KHITS.

If it isn’t just because or if it isn’t Robin, could there be some other entity lurking around that I don’t know about? An evil spirit? One who wants to hold us back in life? And keep me bored? No, I’m not always very good at entertaining myself and keeping myself busy and well-occupied.

I’d like to sing now, but that’d wake Andy up and he doesn’t have to get up for another half-hour.

It is so quiet here today. No barking from two houses down which is a surprise cuz they usually bark constantly.

Andy showed me his journal which I think is ugly. It’s a drawing of a girl in the woods with a pitiful dress and I hate the yellow/orange color scheme. I showed him my new ones. Some he liked, some he didn’t.

He was impressed with my latest artwork. Gloria’s drawing and the kitchen cabinets.

I wrote 8 pages in his journal and typed a certain letter that I’ll explain later.

The birds are major beggars too, by the way.

Later...

Andy got up at 1:30 and took off an hour later. I thought his days of breaking shit, although non-deliberately, were over. For some reason, the shower head’s pressure is weaker. He even mentioned something about it, too. I also heard these weird screeching sounds when he was showering, but that wouldn’t be connected to the shower massage itself.

He got a big kick out of a letter he’s gonna stamp and mail. A guy named Jim T lives at his complex and a girl named Shelly S from Kansas sent him a birthday card. However, his letter was misdelivered to Andy’s. So, I typed a wacky letter to Shelly from Jim and hopefully, Shelly will write to Jim and let him know just how ashamed of him she is.

Andy went straight to work so he won’t have time to read the 8 pages I wrote in his journal till he gets home.

Later...

Tom just got home and is watching TV.

I sang after Andy left and now I’m gonna go listen to music.