Tom’s cold is back again. I told him something would come up again with one of us. Is there ever any end to the things that constantly come up?

Yesterday Tom finally decided that he tries to do too many things at once which puts pressure on him. I told him this a long time ago. Now he says that doing more things for fun will help relax him more to make a baby. Well, he knows I don’t buy anything till I see it.

He also says he’s gonna keep a log of how often and how long he does things. He said, “If I see I’ve done 27 hours of computer programming in a month, but have nothing to show for it, then I’ll have to work on it.”

I wanted so badly to say, “You’ve had sex with me for over two years and you haven’t got an orgasm to show for it let alone a kid,” but this would just hurt his feelings. If it didn’t, he may pretend it did.

I forgot to mention that I guess the picture I drew of Gloria does look like her, cuz as soon as Tom saw it, he said, “Excellent picture of Gloria.”

Later...

About 4 hours ago I came down with a sore throat. Tom’s also still congested and has a cough, so he got us sore throat/cough drops. He got us two different kinds. One helped a little and one has helped a lot.

I think my period’s starting too, which is good cuz it’ll get some of this water off of me and relieve my sore tits. I did amazingly well on my diet today and hope to keep it up till I’m around 95 pounds. So, this has been the easiest PMS as far as the mental side of it goes. Also, my face didn’t break out in a million zits, so that’s nice.

Andy’s coming over to get NPNs to mail out and his little notes to distribute. I’ve left them in between the front door and the screen door. In exchange, he’s leaving me a couple of packs of smokes which will help. This way we can spend what very little money we have on other things till Friday when he gets paid.

Either in this book or beginning my next, I’ll be “starting over.” Meaning, I am finally gonna begin to write as if I’ve never written before since I’m now a much better writer who isn’t so vague and who explains things.

This year for Andy’s birthday, I believe we’ll get him a toaster, but I’ve got an idea for his next birthday. To write him a journal.