Still with the hips, and I’ve been working out since early April. Where did these hips come from, huh? I never used to have hips. Or tits. Or droopy neck. Or giant face. Tom thinks I look very fit. How can he say that with all these bouncy rolls of flab? Well, like I said, I intend to turn these flabby inches into something positive. If I can’t lose the inches, then I’ll just turn them into muscle.

Houdini was out running around and playing with both of us last night. He wouldn’t sit with Tom on the couch, but he didn’t mind crawling around him on the floor. He was so cute and energetic, the way he’d run around his cage, crawl all over and around us, including down my nightie. At one point he started straying out of bounds and I called him over and he came galloping back like a little puppy dog. By the way, he’s finally just about as big as Ratsy.

My scanner hasn’t been working right for some time now, and according to research Tom did online, my printer and scanner are too far apart. It’d look kind of stupid if I put the printer cart and the scanner cart side by side, so we decided we’re gonna swap desks. His isn’t whitewashed, but I’ve always liked his desk better. Besides, the other two pieces in my office (the shelves near my stereo, and the big bookcase) are brown. So this way the whole office will be oak.

I was always curious to see autopsy photos and was amazed to find so many gruesome death pictures online. There were a few famous people, but mostly pictures of anonymous people. The gunshot wound to the head section was so gross that I wonder how many of them are real.