My groin rash has returned with a vengeance, though I don’t know why other than that this is just how my skin is these days. I said my health would come under attack for getting the house, and it looks like I was really right on that one. It doesn’t itch yet and personally, I’m sick of dealing with all these health issues anyway, so I’m not going to treat it. I think the best thing to do would be to just ignore the things that aren’t dangerous. Sooner or later the thing will fizzle out on its own, even if it may eventually return. I just don’t know why since it’s wintertime. I’m not sweating down there. Maybe it’s just body heat being a big girl and all that, but this is the size I have been for six or seven years now and this is the size I will stay.

My weight is already going into reset mode and should be 150 when I wake up on P-day. I would certainly rather keep bouncing between 147 and 150 than struggle my ass off to keep from going over 150. That was no fun at all. You know I hate being hungry.

Back to the rash… I think it’s best, as Tom loves to say, not to try to control things and just let things be. Treatment takes too long for these things and I honestly don’t know if there are any refills on the stuff I used for it because I threw away the one box that I had. So if there are refills sitting at Sam’s Club right now, I wouldn’t know it. I do know that I have plenty of the other stuff. The stuff she gave me for my pussy. Don’t know that it will do me much good but maybe to keep it from spreading. If I remember to, maybe I will throw some of it down there. It can only be used for two weeks at a time. More than likely I will just learn to live with it. You know what they say… Ignore little problems and they go away. Ignore big ones and they get bigger.

The other bad news is that the shower door is leaking worse than before even after Tom put a new gasket on it. Maybe we should just get a new door altogether. Both shower doors could stand replacing.

Just finished my 20,464-word story, On Dangerous Borders. :) Now I have to decide if I want to finish a couple of other unfinished stories or start a new one.

The rats were funny earlier. I couldn’t finish my TV dinner so I let them pick off what they wanted. After they did that, they added their own leftovers to the tray (pieces of bread, crackers) and then I dumped both our leftovers together.

Andy continues to irritate me by assuming I’m dumber than dumb and asking if the quack doc accepted my friend request. He asked that when he was here and I answered it then, but as usual, Andy cares to remember his own experiences.

He thought I needed a history lesson too, in response to a pic of a black family I sent him from the 1800s, saying that it wasn’t customary to smile back then in pics, and that slavery was abolished in 1864. As if I didn’t know! I didn’t know the exact year slavery was abolished, but I knew it was somewhere in the mid to late 1800s.

I dreamed I was at home during a huge rainstorm. I stepped out of the bedroom and into a living room that seemed a mile long to find that a few squirrels had gotten into the house. Then Tom was there talking to me while I sat at a table. I heard the sound of a car drive by and looked toward the windows, which were open an inch or two even though it was still raining.