Speaking of gay women, which I noticed I last wrote about, I never did go to Northampton, as Kim was tired that night. I’ve also chickened out permanently, I guess. A lot of times, when you put something off long enough, you never get back into doing it.

However, I called the woman Tony told me about. I spoke to her but never met her—and I don’t have to. I already know I wouldn’t be attracted to her. She was a major turn-off over the phone. Not geeky, but someone perhaps insensitive, one of those “you better be calm, quiet, and stable all the time” characters. Someone who would only want to be there through your good times and run when you’re having a bad time.

I also met a butch—really a butch—who, by accident, dialed my number, and I didn’t like who she was either. She, too, came across instantly as someone who wants you to be what she wants and can’t let people be themselves.

Kim met her too, and before this woman came over, I made up a signal: I would shake my bracelet if she were pitifully ugly, shake my right earring if she was so-so, and my left if she were gorgeous.

Of course, I knew my left earring would never get a shake.

Kim agreed with me on her character, and she was a cross between the bracelet and the right earring. Tracy K was a 0. A so-so woman is a 5. Beautiful is 10, but this girl was a 2.

I wish I had an electric typewriter so badly. I had to stop typing these journals, which I really wanted to do, because the keys were sticking and jamming, forcing me to make mistakes I wouldn’t have normally made. There weren’t tons of mistakes, but a few per page. Maybe one for every five pages. I might use Kim’s, but it’s huge—one you can’t carry easily. I’d have to use it there. That’s okay with me, though.

I have tons and tons to write about—lots of stuff—but I’m exhausted. Also, my breathing hasn’t been too good lately. I’ll be seeing Dr. Leitch on Friday. Time for antibiotics again. It’s also causing my yeast infection to get worse. My nose is jammed up more, and I’m coughing up stuff and wheezing more. I’ll write tomorrow for sure.