Andy just left a message saying that sometimes the system fucks up on him when he leaves messages and uses that meeting line and that I probably didn't follow instructions properly and that God isn't trying to stop me. So I can call him back, he says, and he'll help me.

A part of me says, check it out cuz things with Tom will never change. Sex won't be more frequent and he'll never cum. Another part of me says, oh yes God is trying to get in the way and stop me. It's not meant to be. 

The lights are off next door, but the car is still there, so it looks like whoever's over there is spending the night. Weird. Just who is it that's over there???

I just saw an interview with Farrah Fawcett. She's another Gloria in the sense that it seems that God loves her more than most. She said she really wanted a kid really bad and most of all. God gave her that, beauty, fame, money, and love. Bet she has the perfect amount of sex too, just like Gloria.

Will God ever love me that much? Ha, Ha!

Later...

Yup. That dog has been quieter. Watch. Now that I said that, it'll bark like hell.

I thought I smelled the faint smell of the orange trees when I went out back for a cigarette. As you know, they smell beautiful and unlike orange at all which I hate. They'll smell from March to May probably.