Today we’ve had Ratsy for two years. He’s probably about two years and three months old. I wonder how long he’ll live. The longer, the better.

My dream premonition became a reality today. Just about. I woke up at 115½ pounds, thanks to the stress the blacks and Mexicans have put on me. My measurements from tits to waist to hips to thighs are 36 - 27½ - 36½ - 22.

I still haven’t finished writing about our talk with Sharon and her brother, but I’m sick of this shit, you know? I just need a break from it for a while, so I’ll get into it later.