Monday, December 13, 1999

Was sitting at the breakfast bar earlier.

We’re still pretty stressed out over things taking forever to happen. Not that I’m in the mood for sex myself what with all his excuses, but I was shocked to hear him say he was too stressed out for sex. Don’t get me wrong - everything turns him off. It’s just that once again, Tom’s anything but your typical male. Most people would want to have sex during stressful times cuz it eases stress. People tend to turn towards things they like and things that relax them and make them feel good when they’re stressed out. I lose my appetite for food when I’m feeling down in any way, but I tend to do more other things. Especially listening to music.

Tom’s level of optimism is so unrealistic that it pisses me off. He’s too hopeful. He’s still hoping for a well, saying there’s a good chance the driller will be here tomorrow, but I just don’t see it. Why would he suddenly decide to show up now after all this time?

Tom bitched to the loan people and he says that there’s a damn good chance they’ll sue Steven and his fucked up associates if they don’t have their work done by the 24th, but I doubt it.

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