Kim, Mark, and I went to Hampden Beach today, and I got only a little bit of color. I would’ve gotten tons of color if we’d left earlier and if it were warmer. Mom was right about saying it gets easier to tan as you get older. Despite the bees, which I hate to death, I’d like to lie out in the parking lot tomorrow, but they predict rain. When we left here, it was damp and foggy, and at the beach, it was so chilly that I got to the point where I needed to put my shirt on. I was still cold after I did that, too.

Before we left, I had an appointment with my asthma doctor, and he also agreed that I’m getting much better. I was so incredibly tired today, as I had only two hours of sleep when I got up this morning. I also slept an hour and a half in the backseat on the way back home. I hate long rides, and man, did it seem like forever getting there and back. Surprisingly enough, though, my schedule’s been fairly normal since I moved here.

I can breathe so much better, and my skin looks better too. I no longer wake up so congested, and I don’t get one cold after another anymore. Because of my lack of sleep, I figured I could catch up, but I can’t yet.

There’s a fitness center next door, and a woman from this place left a message while I recorded Unsolved Mysteries and tried to sleep. I’ll wait for her to call back, as she said she would.

Now, for a quick update on what’s gone on since I last wrote:

1. Andy’s moving into his new apartment today.

2. I got a musical mobile from Kim, which her grandmother gave her—quarter notes, eighth notes, and G-clefs hang from it.

3. Kim also bought me a beautiful spring jacket, a dress, and a bracelet.

4. I went skating with my new roller skates, and what a grip! They feel and handle the rink like heaven.

5. That girl at the mall, whom I “felt” was gay, never called about the signing lessons she wanted. She was so flattered when I told her how nice her figure was!

6. That cop with information for me never called Kim.

7. That guy Kim and I spoke to who works at Food Fart in Greenfield never called about band information.

8. God never failed to have that guy who hit on me at the skating rink call twice. He got the machine, though.

9. That cop Jamie’s real name is Laurie. I called her at home one night, and her voice sounded deeper than I remembered, and she was a snotty bitch, denying she was gay. Although she tried her best, she never got any information connecting my call to Kim or me.