Changed things around in the back room. It looks nice.

Ma says she’s got pictures of their new place on their way to me.

I’ve exchanged emails with Kim, but haven’t heard from Marla.

As usual, I couldn’t go back to sleep after I woke up (this time 6 hours into my sleep) and I knew that if I took a Benadryl I’d sleep more than just two more hours. I’d sleep into the early evening. I still took the Benadryl, though, cuz I’ve got to start gearing towards days so I can see that hot Melanie next Monday!

To my utter amazement, this workout program that I’m doing is really starting to work. I woke up at 122 and have shrunk a little. I’ve still got a long way to go and who knows if I’ll still really get there? It’s pretty much at the start of my day only that there’s a difference. By the end of my day, I’m pretty much back to the way I have been and my tummy’s back out again. Right now I feel like I’m back to 124. Let me go check.

Yeah, I’m 124 right on the nose. What? Is God teasing me? Is he gonna make it look like I’m about to lose weight, then kick me back up to the usual, or what?

Also, the freeloader’s there cuz I heard it slam doors at 10:30.

Later…

I forgot to say that Andy left a message thanking me for the 5-minute phone card that turned out to be a 7-minute one. He said his sister Linda’s birthday was Sunday, so he called her.

He also said he’s still jobless by his own choice cuz he can afford to be and he doesn’t want anyone harassing him about it. It’s his life, so why would I harass him about it? But how can he afford to? He’s back on the pot, so isn’t all his extra money going into that?