The weekend sure crept up fast on me and I’m sure it’ll be nothing but noise, noise, and more noise. Tom said there was nothing parked in the carport last night. That’s weird, cuz he went door slamming away at 8 PM. Here’s something even weirder. If I hadn’t happened to pop my head out the front window when I did, I wouldn’t have seen his old gray car come in quiet as a mouse. There wasn’t even any door slamming. No music and no door slamming! Amazing, huh? Cuz it’s always been one or the other. Maybe he decided he didn’t want me to know he was there, but that’ll be the day!

It’s too bad I don’t want to gain weight, cuz exercising really puts them pounds on me! It’s fucking ridiculous; working out to gain weight, but this is exactly what’s happening to me. It’s like God’s saying, “You go against me and try to lose weight, and I won’t just see to it that you don’t, but I’ll make you gain weight.” Well, I’m still gonna go the whole 30 days that they guarantee inch loss by, just to prove that I’m no paranoid nut with the ominous, negative vibe I have about something up there standing by to make sure I stay right at the same measurements/weight. I wish I could say I’ll end up wrong, but no way. I know something up there won’t let these measurements/weight budge. But why? All because I can breathe? Shit! I may as well have to pay just for being alive, although I still have my spells where I’m tight, wheezy, and congested. I woke up a few hours after crashing (I forgot that God was gonna make up for all that sleep time I racked up) and I was congested. So cuz of that and having a hard time going back to sleep, I took a Benadryl and slept later than I’d have liked to. So I guess I have to choose between sleeping around 4 hours or 12 hours when I crash.

I was telling Tom about what Ma said about Tammy. It just goes to prove that she really will bad-mouth one daughter to the other. She really will talk bad about her own kids, and even if what she has to say is true, that’s still something a parent should only mention to the other parent (if they’re around) or to the kid that they’re having trouble with.