OK, time to catch up on all that’s been going on. The stickers on the next few pages of my journal are really neat. They’re felt-like.

Yesterday I was due for my period, but it looks like I’ll be getting it sometime today. Tom guessed 7:42 this morning. On the 1st I had massive pre-cramps. On the 2nd, very little and on the 3rd, barely any at all. They’re picking up now.

I finished all 5 of Mom’s banners. Tom got manila envelopes. Altogether the banners take up 28 pieces of paper. I’ll mail them off tomorrow. Tom also got photo mailers for whenever our wedding pictures get here. I hope they came out OK.

Andy, or someone, but I’m quite sure it was Andy, mailed a big hardcover book on rose gardening. It came under the name of Nora Gannon. It was filled with all kinds of beautiful pictures of roses. The sizes ranged from a few inches square to two full pages. So, as hard and as time-consuming as it was, I ripped the cover, binder and glue off, cut out pictures and grouped them by size. The archway that separates the kitchen and back room were what I used for the smallest pictures. I put them all the way around it and about 8 on the kitchen walls above the table. The big ones I put on two of my bedroom walls from near the ceiling to a little past halfway down. It looks really nice, and there are so many that it makes the other two walls sort of bare looking. I’ll have to take care of that.

Later...

Just had a cigarette and went to the bathroom. There are ants in there, so I’ll let Tom know.

While I was asleep Tom started building Piggy’s cage. So far, so good. He’s been doing lots of computer programming, too.

I hope I get mail today. Hey, I wonder if I’ll ever hear from Cassandra? Well, she’s got my number and address, so it’s up to her.

Tom and I are doing great. As far as him not cumming, well, he says the difference between him being close and actually cumming is very much a psychological thing. With the way he always comes so close makes me think he’s just holding back. I can only think of two reasons why he’d do this. Cuz he doesn’t want to make a mess and doesn’t want a kid till 1996. He doesn’t know for sure if he’ll even want one then cuz he doesn’t want to decide till then. He says he wants to wait till nothing’s going on. Good luck, I told him. Something’s always going on cuz that’s life. Part of me thinks he wants a kid and a slightly bigger part says he doesn’t. Either way, he’d be a great dad. When I said I didn’t think it was a guy thing, he disagreed. Despite what year it is and what’s going on, I don’t think my maker wants that for us, even though I sometimes think about it a little more than I’d like to.

I guess that’s all there is to say right now. Going to go watch more of a movie I taped, then do some typing.