Well, well, well. Guess who finally called and left a message? Fran. I’m like, oh fuck! I wonder still, what took him so long? It’s been just over 3 years and I’m still surprised he’d choose to harass Donna’s grandmother over me, even though she’s local and I’m not. Maybe he just lost the name and number and just found it or got it from someone. But who? Who would give him that info? Or maybe he just got long-distance service and before, he couldn’t use someone else’s phone.

Anyway, the bastard sounded like his usual self, acting as if nothing happened in the past, telling me the best time to call him, but not to harass him. Like I’d really want to? Like he’d be worth it? I didn’t write down his number cuz I didn’t care to know it, have it, or call him, but Andy wishes I’d saved it for his friend Donna to call him and give him a piece of her mind. I told Andy to tell her it won’t do her a damn bit of good, but yes, I’ll give her the number if he calls again and leaves it. I also told Tom to hang up without a word if he calls. I wonder, though, will he? He’s too damn nice and if he does talk to him, this will egg him on more. He said he may not recognize his voice right away. True. But hopefully, he’ll hang up without another word as soon as he does. I also asked him to save any messages he may leave and I told him why. Lastly, I told him to scrutinize our phone bills really well, in case he bills a call to us.

I sent a letter to the address I last knew Paula to be at, hoping it’d be forwarded to her. I also sent one to that friend of hers, too, hoping that if Paula didn’t get her letter, this Sylvia character could pass her letter on to her.

Now Tom’s become a bold liar. About a week ago, a chair in the back room was pulled out all the way, and I almost fell over as I ran into the room. I know I didn’t pull it out and he claims he didn’t. Then today…same thing. Certain things were rearranged on the computer table that I know I didn’t touch and he swears he didn’t. Oh, I see. Instead of saying he tries really hard, now it’s, I didn’t do it! Don’t look at me. I know nothing about it. I didn’t touch it.

Oh, brother!

He told me again that he wasn’t trying to instill patience in me. He’s simply compromising by doing part of what he wants and part of what I want. Oh, so is that why half the time he doesn’t push the footstool all the way in, turn the bathroom sink faucets off all the way, etc.? Is that also why he cums part-time and why we have sex part-time, while he says he wants more sex and that he’ll get off more often (when maybe he doesn’t really want/mean this), to cover up his compromising with me?

Marla’s finally back online. I went onto AOL late last night to check for mail and she was online, spotted me on her buddy list, then sent me an instant message. We chatted live for a few minutes, then went about our business. All’s OK with her and her family.

Oh also, Tom explained himself when I asked him, “Well, which is it? Why were you really tired? Cuz of me? Or cuz the phone rang?”

He told me he did want to get up when the phone rang at 4 PM, so he could do some things, but that he wouldn’t have gone to bed as late as noon if it hadn’t been for me talking. He said, “It’s not your fault, though. It’s a decision I made. I chose to listen to you.”

Later...

It’s too bad I know I can’t be pregnant, cuz get this - I never felt anything like what I felt earlier. It was the weirdest physical experience I ever had. They say that when your nipples tingle, it could be an early symptom of pregnancy. Well, back during the August incident, I had that. It was subtler than what I felt earlier. In the past, it felt more like a slight itch, than a tingle. I’ve had that every now and then, but never like a few hours ago. My right nipple tingled for about 4-5 seconds so fiercely. I mean it was so sharp, so obvious, that it startled me and made me jump. It felt like someone held a mini stun gun to me. A few hours later, which would be a short while ago, the left one started up. Less dramatic, but still obvious and it kind of felt like more than an itch-like sensation. Weird. Really weird. What’s also weird is how my tits aren’t sore. With all the coffee I’ve drunk, you’d think they would be, but the slight pre-cramps have already begun, fittingly, since I’ll be ragging in about a week.

Andy asked me if I had any vibes as to where he was on tour. I had no clue. Then I asked him if he had any vibes about my trip to Rugg. He said I have a small infection along a wall, but that can be cleared up easily. If I were in my early to mid-20s, I’d say, “What else is new?” However, it’s possible, but unlikely cuz I don’t feel any symptoms of any kind of infection down there. Nonetheless, if I do have one, yes, it can be cleared up easily enough.