Gizzy’s back in the aquarium again. I realized that it was more than him just following instinct by chewing on the plastic air vents of the new cage, he was trying to tell me he wanted out of there. He couldn’t use the wheel in that cage cuz it’d jam up and he always loved the wheel he used in the aquarium. So I said to myself, “I bet he misses his old wheel and would love to return to his old cage. He could jump up onto the screen and chew his way out of his old cage, but I bet he won’t if he misses that cage and his old wheel as much as I think he does.” 

So I put him back in his old cage and sure enough, he ran right to his wheel and has been there ever since. I’d come to suspect he may not have been too happy in the other cage and was right, being the rodent expert that I am. In the other cage, he’d just sit in the tube when he wasn’t sleeping, eating, or trying to chew his way out. He’s totally come back to life and he seems much happier.

There’s a car next door now that I’m not sure I’ve ever seen before, but not a sound from over there.

I’ll write more after I grab a bite to eat.

Later...

I just made pork chops and potatoes for us.

He went to bed at about 1 PM and I’ve got to wake him up by 8 PM. Of course, if we have sex and he cums, I’ve got to worry about how it’ll foul up my system and my next period. Then again, as I may have said before, he may have nothing to do with this and somehow, I wouldn’t be too shocked if I had a weird rag, even if he didn’t get off at this point on forward. I wonder what he’s gonna do, though? I was honest and expressed how our having sex during mid-cycle makes me more nervous, so we’ll see what he does. Maybe he’ll screw me at those times, but make sure he doesn’t cum. Or maybe he’ll try harder to cum to get me used to it and not so nervous about it.

Andy was here last night, as I said. His reaction to the journal was classic. I gave him the barrettes for Laura, the NPNs to mail, showed him stuff around the house, gave him his soap puzzle book, then handed him the journal. He looked at it with a bit of confusion on his face, then said, “This is cool, but how do you expect me to fill these pages? I haven’t even done the one I got a while back…” 

Then, “Oh my God!” as he saw that the book was already filled up and that I had written it for him. So he was pleased and I hope he enjoys it.

Andy and I had coffee and chatted and he did some Stevie research on AOL. He was here for 1.5 hours.

I wish Andy were sober more often. He’s so ditzy and air-headed when he’s stoned and doesn’t remember shit. He does have a better memory than most people, but his could be better if he didn’t smoke pot. He’s too smart for me to have to explain things over and over to him and for him to not remember so much of what I tell him. And it’s frustrating, too.

I did Tom a favor and took the garbage out, but that’s also cuz it stunk and I wanted to bring out a few other things that he would either not bring out or would bring out in a month. I ditched the 3 flower baskets that Ma gave us, cuz they kicked the bucket. I also went through my old mugs, which have been replaced by the new dog/cat collection and picked out 5 mugs that I ditched. I had had them for 10-15 years. One of them was a mug that Jenny C got me about 10-12 years ago.

Later...

Oh, fuck! Guess who’s back next door? No, not the freeloaders, the trailer. To the other side of us. About a half-hour ago, I heard that dog. Only for a second and when I peeked out front, I saw someone walking it. That tells me something right there. That if they’d let that dog go off for even a second at that hour, I’ll hear it just as much as I did, if not more. Thank God these trailer people don’t live there and are only there periodically. In fact, I’m surprised they were gone for as long as they were. Also, I hope to hell they take off in the morning and don’t come back till after sundown, as they do a lot when they’re here.