Well, I was right about the snow date I predicted right after the big snowstorm on December 28th. The vibe was really weak, though, probably because it only snowed for 10 minutes yesterday, February 11th.

Andy’s going to Phoenix at the beginning of next month, and I doubt I’ll be going too. My sister and my parents refuse to help me. You know how Ma is—it’s either her way or no way.

Jimmy’s buying a house, and he’s offered to store my stuff there, which is nice, but then how am I going to get it cross-country? It’ll take me quite a while to save the money to ship it. I’d rent a furnished apartment, but Andy wouldn’t get an apartment until he gets a job. He doesn’t have guaranteed money as I do from disability (he’s taking the money his folks gave him and is going to stay with friends he knows who used to live here until he gets on his feet). The other alternative would be to sell all my stuff, and I really don’t want to do that. The last alternative is to wait and save the money to move out by shipping my stuff and flying out, but that would cost a pretty penny. I’d have to work part-time for several months, as Tammy said. If I do get out there, I’ll work part-time, hopefully in a restaurant with Andy. Perhaps I could call Philip, but I seriously doubt he’d help me. I want to go to Phoenix not only for my music, but I also need a change. It’s cheaper to live there; it’s warmer, there’s no humidity, it’s great for asthma and allergies, and all the apartments have pools and air conditioning.

Tomorrow I am going to see a mediator with Russ about our so-called heating problem that he’s dying to resolve. I told him I know he’s sincere, and he is, but I’m going to tell it like it is. I have to meet him there at 4:00. Brenda’s taking me.

I feel bad for Brenda because I know she’ll miss me if I move and that she still loves me. I’ll miss her too, of course, and I love her still, but not like she does. She’s a very honest and sincere person, but I’m not overwhelmed by her looks, and she’s not quite my type, as great as she is. But of course, you know there was something there, or I’d never have slept with her in the first place. I’d have only been her friend. She’s far from ugly or a bad person, but that’s the way it always is—they’re either way more into me, or I’m way more into them.

Bonny has been a major sweetheart for a long time now, ever since I confronted her about her lies and told her to “try” to kick my ass.