Damn, am I bored! I wish Kim were here more often. I guess I’d still much rather be bored here than in Crack Alley. I am, however, going out Wednesday and Thursday nights.

Shadow didn’t go roof climbing today, but he sure did once again yesterday. I made the perfect leash for him too, or so I thought. I took an old necklace that wasn’t too tight or too loose for him to slip off over his head. Then I tied a long ribbon securely to the necklace, but he managed to snap the necklace in half. I’ve got to get a real leash.

Other than that, I did nothing spectacular today, other than walk to the store to buy smokes and watch A Current Affair.

There is something Kim and I are working on. The same fun project as what we did with Dr. Statz. You know, snooping. Of course, as I mentioned before, Ingrid is gay. Or bi, I should say, but she is married to some rich lawyer. Well, it’s this cop, and you know I’ve always had a thing for them. I don’t know her name; therefore, I’ve given her the name Jamie. Like I said long ago, now and then I’m attracted to one where you can tell. Remember? It’s once in a million years with a feminine one and once in a billion years with a half-butch one. Never a diesel butch. Well, maybe I should keep that last line and change the rest. Every 15 years with a feminine one and every 50 years with a half-butch one. You can tell, but she’s pretty at the same time, and Kim agrees.

Kim tried snooping around yesterday but couldn’t get her alone. She did hear Jamie say how much she hates Springfield and that when she has kids, she’s not raising them in Springfield. Kim then asked her if she was married, and Jamie said no, and then quickly changed the subject.

Kim is like me. We both know things instantly about all kinds of people—things that most people never know unless they’re told or find out somehow, some way. My gut feeling is that she’s spoken for. She’s a cop. Not that God would allow me to have her anyway, and if he did, I’d dump her real soon, of course. Or, of course, she’d dump me if I didn’t dump her. Anyway, it all comes down to what I said before about snooping and playing detective. It’s fun, and the chase is always better than the capture. I like to wonder and guess, even though I know I’ll never have her.

Oh, I never mentioned how I ran into her, but it was by asking for a light at the ER while waiting for Brenda to pick me up. I also think I may have seen her a little over a year or so ago, late at night, when Andy and I were out. Another thing is - and I hope to hell I’m wrong - but I think that when I was dragged into jail for calling that pig, she might have seen me there.

I’ll keep writing about what happens (nothing).