I’ve been trying for the last couple of days to reach Paula, but haven’t been able to. Oh well. So she’ll hear what’s going on in my life through the mail. I’ll still call her, though, and let her know when I get the doll if I do get it. I’ll just leave her a message if she doesn’t answer.

It was absolutely freezing this morning at just 32°. You could see the frost covering things when the sun came up.

Mom gave Tom a birthday card to give to me with a $36 check. She gave him a dozen pairs of pants, though they’re a bit tight on him. I guess somebody was donating stuff. He says it’ll encourage him to lose a little weight. He probably wouldn’t have to lose much more than 10-15 pounds.

Since it’s been a couple of weeks since I worked on my bio, I think I’ll go do that now. Or maybe I’ll get my workout over with first.

Later…

This is the second time my computer has jumped a day ahead, and I can’t get it to display PM times. When I hit the hotkey to insert the time, it said 3:07 AM and I had to change it to PM.

Anyway, it’s 55° out. I doubt it’ll make 60°.

Another Scotless week. That’s truly amazing, not that I can complain. I’m sure I can blame my upset stomach on the freeloaders, though. That’s because I know I’m in for a test either the next time I see him or the time after that and the thought of having to pee in front of someone, if he’s got someone available, makes me sick. Sick with humiliation and rage! It’s so totally wrong. It’s like being ordered to strip by someone and then stared down by them. Normally I don’t give a shit what people see or think. After all, I did work as a stripper. But this is different. It’s degrading, it’s sickening, and it’s unfair. Guilty or not, I’m supposed to be a stalker. Not a druggie.