I called Tom at work to wish him a happy birthday and he said he may have figured out what’s wrong with him. He thinks he may have walking pneumonia, and in that case, all he’d need is antibiotics and he’d be all set.

Yeah until God dished a new problem out to him. I hope it’s that simple, though. That would explain the aches and his feeling rundown. Thank God his appointment is the day after tomorrow cuz pneumonia can kill you. I was in the hospital for two weeks when I was 9 with double viral pneumonia.

I had a case of sitting, standing, and walking allergies today and yesterday, but it’s been nothing like what I usually get. I’m sneezing much less, much less often. Instead of sneezing 30 times every 10 minutes, I’m sneezing about 10 times every hour or two.

I’ve miraculously gotten my willpower back and was back on the diet as of yesterday. I’m down to 119 pounds. Now if I can both stick to the diet and keep regular, I should be able to drop another pound or two within the next week or two.

So far, it doesn’t look like we’re getting the trailer at all. Of course not. It’s free. God’s not gonna let us have something like that for nothing. If we paid for it, then he’d let us have it, but not after going through one hassle after another to get it. Anyway, the trailer’s 40 years old and not 20 or 30 like we originally thought and no one wants to move it cuz of its age. We’re afraid it’ll fall apart along the way, and if it did, we’d be sued for any damage it caused anyone or anything. All I can do from here on out is hope that Ma will give us money to get a bigger shed so we can store things. I have a feeling it’s going to be months yet before the grounds are picked up of its trash and storage shit like ladders, wheelbarrows, etc.

I could’ve killed that fucking rat last night. During one of Houdini’s trips out, which could’ve been a long time ago for all I know, since it’s been a while since I’ve adjusted the air mattress, he either pulled a hose out or chewed a hole in one. I went to soften the bed last night and everything was fine till I went to pump it back up. It sounds like a vacuum which I noticed right away sounded funny, and instead of me rising with more air, I was sinking! So I had to get off the bed and get my weight off it and blow it up that way, but it took forever. That damn little devil of a rat! As Tom said, it shouldn’t be any big deal to fix. Well, it’s no crisis, but we have enough to fix and to do. God makes sure he keeps poor Tom’s plate full at all times.

I did get my eBook, so now all we have to do is hope they don’t help themselves to more than $4. I don’t think they will, though. They seem pretty legit. Anyway, I printed the book out and it’s not even as long as my story is. It’s about an abused woman who breaks free of her husband and fights back. I’m sure I’ll like it, but I won’t be starting it till I finish the last paperback I’m reading. After I’m done with it, I’ll give it to Mary.

Barnes & Noble has a great site with lots of books, CDs and more. I made a list of future books to download.