Well, it looks like good old UPS lost a package my folks sent. She said that at around the same time they sent out Tom’s birthday present, give or take a day or two, she sent out a box with greeting cards and other knickknacks. Well, if we haven’t gotten it yet, we aren’t getting it.

As soon as the sun comes up, I’m gonna dust, vacuum, and change the mice’s cages. Tom’s gonna mow later on. I had bad allergies again yesterday and some congestion and wheezing. Was it something in the air? Was it for holding down at 120 pounds for 4-5 days?

Later…

It stuns me to say this, but Caddy Kid went by quietly just now and yesterday, I didn’t even hear him.

I used the wireless headphones to dust, vacuum, and clean the mice’s cages and it was great. I used them for nearly two hours and by then, they’d gotten a little bit of static, but not much. I’m recharging them now.

I just got out of the shower and when my hair dries in 5 years, I think I’ll straighten it.

Later…

Here we go again. I go a few days where I’m not hungry, and then I go a few days where I’m starving, and back and forth over and over again. I’m on one of my famished trips where nothing I eat satisfies my hunger. I knew that giving in to this hunger would mean going back up to 124, but I said fuck it and gave in. I’m fat, always will be, and I just don’t give a shit anymore. Life’s too full of other things to do rather than to sit and waste my time over shit I can’t change.

Later…

This is what I just asked my sister in my letter to her, “How could you let Lisa go to Florida with a violent man who hits her???!!! Aren’t you afraid of losing custody of the kids on account of that asshole? How can any court allow a man like that near any child?! And why are you letting her stay with your ex-in-laws? Didn’t you say she too, was abusive (verbally/emotionally)?”

As I told Tammy, I know it’s absolutely none of my business, but I just don’t understand. How could any mother let her kids near a child-beater?

I called to see how Lisa was doing and she said that she’s leaving for Florida on Tuesday and will be gone for two weeks. Becky and Sarah are going, too, and they’ll be staying at Bill’s parents’ condo. They’ll be visiting my folks, I guess, but then again, Tammy doesn’t want the kids associating with them, so who knows? I’ll find out what happened and how many times Bill hit Lisa when she gets back.

I asked her how her talk with her therapist went as far as her moving out of there and she said her therapist said she should wait and thinks this trip will do her good. A trip with a child-beater? Yes, the trip may do her good, omitting Bill’s hitting, but when she comes back, Tammy and her problems in that household will still be there waiting for her.

I surprised Tammy by calling her at work (at Mark’s sharpening business) but she couldn’t get into it at that moment. If she and Mark break up, where is she gonna work and what’s she gonna do for money? Bill’s child support payments can’t be enough for them.

White Paws sometimes disappears. Does this mean she’s had more kittens somewhere? I better go take a look around the yard.

Later…

Caddy Kid decided not to keep a lid on it when coming home for lunch. It’s just my luck that the neighborhood boom car stereo gets to go home for lunch, too. Anyway, it blasted by really loud. As long as it doesn’t wake me up, I just have to live with it if I don’t want God to do something else to me. It’s either that or something else in its place. I gotta hear something. God put Caddy Kid back on the road when the cock split with his constant door slams and his friend’s constant door slams.