This weekend Tom and I will have enough fun, I’m sure, since nothing will need to get in our way now. I can’t say that it wouldn’t want to, though, but I hope not.

Is Tom ever gonna find a way to make my drawings not look so dark and hazy, so I can print out copies for Larry and Tammy? And find me a Hitchhiker guide? Probably not for quite a while. Norah was in episode 25 of The Hitchhiker called The Killer. I want a guide to when that episode will be on and on what channel.

I got a neat idea to make an outdoor table. The weather’s good at this time of year to be out there writing. As long as I’m shaded. We could take the sides off of Piggy’s old cage and I could use that.

Bunny was out running around outside earlier. We can tell when he needs to go out. When he gets pretty rambunctious, it’s time to let him out. Sometimes, he thinks he’s a dog and not a rabbit.

I decided it was finally time to play around with Bob, so I sent him a letter. Not from me, though. I said I was Andy and that Tom and Jodi were out to dinner and that I was just there to use the computer. I said that Jodi still cares about him and why she stopped writing to him. Of course, I mixed in some nonsense, too.

Tom was kind enough to pick up stamps today, so I sent Tammy, Bill, and the girls' cards out today, too.

Later...

I tried, yet again, to track down Paula and am having no luck. There’s one more with her last name that I’m gonna try calling in Enfield, CT. It’s been busy, though. She’s definitely got to be in jail. Something’s up, anyway. Whoever got the letter I sent to Liberty St. in Springfield, got the letter for sure, cuz it was never returned, but you know what I think? I think her friend moved out and didn’t leave a forwarding address so the next tenant got it. Paula’s the type that knows plenty of people, who like her, move around every few months and this person was probably too stupid to leave a forwarding address. Or they could’ve moved in with someone they knew or maybe they just don’t know how to write or don’t care to.

If she’s in jail, though, and if this person did get my letter, couldn’t they give it to her in jail so she could write to me? Well, I hope she’s alive and well out there, wherever she is.

Paula, are you out there? Are you OK?

I wonder what’s going on in the lives of Jessie, Jai, and Steve. I hope that they, too, are OK.

OK, let me go try this last possible number that I could get, but I’m sure they won’t be related to her and know who the hell she is. I wonder if she’d use her pre-adopted name, Viola C? I doubt that.

Later...

Well, forget that, too.

I also tried calling Clearwater, Florida for info. I believe she said her dad lives there, but I forgot his first name. And besides, they only had one listing and the last name was spelled slightly differently. I think this means it wasn’t meant to be and that I’ll just have to never talk to her again unless she contacts me or I find she’s got a listed number someday. I’ll check every few months, so I’ll check again around the first of July. Oh well, though. I can live without ever speaking to her again if I must.

I actually woke up at 105 pounds, but I knew that this was just the microscopic tip of entering 105 and that it would be a while before I held that steadily. I knew that if I just threw on my robe, I’d be back up to the 106 that I’ve been at for about 4 days now. I think this is it now, though, and that I’ll slowly lose the weight. I usually gain or lose in 2s, so next I’ll probably hang at 104 for a while. Not 105.

The proofreading of the Oswego and Woodside docs is done. Now I’ve jumped up to the first 180 pages or so of group 100-119, cuz it was at that point that I began to cap stuff with the macro Tom wrote. Then, I’ll get back in order from where I left off and will have 7 more groups to read. The groups, however, are pretty big. They range from about 150 pages to 400 pages.

Ever since we let Bunny outside, he’s been lying down. Guess it really wears him out, but he needs to do this and run around and get good exercise. It’s so cute how he constantly runs up to the side of the cage, when I walk by, for me to pat his head.

Gizzy’s upstairs asleep. So he does two things. He’s either asleep up in his burrow or awake downstairs on his wheel. I’m still surprised he doesn’t prefer to sleep in the trap that I’ve still got downstairs in the aquarium part. Well, Mary’s cage, as I call it, is roomier than that barely 1” wide trap. As long as he has a workable wheel, food, and a good burrow, he feels at home. He could escape easily, but that is his home now and he’s comfy there.

The $200 check from AMEX finally came today and now we can order those Snoopy and desert labels. And maybe Ma’s puzzles and some thriller paperbacks I picked out from a form in the back of one of the books. I’m now reading the second to the last of all the books Ma gave me. Then, I guess it’s time to go to the library. She doesn’t get books too often from this guy and usually, they’re not the kinds I like.