Wednesday, April 9, 1997

Well, Bill’s been hospitalized again with some kind of lung infection or pneumonia. Tammy really hit it right on the money when she said that every time it looks like they’ve gotten their lives together and that things will work out, something happens. Boy, do I know about that and how that’s like all too well.

Is God ever gonna not only let us control our own lives but leave that poor family the fuck alone?

Anyway, I spent 2½ hours cleaning the hell out of this place, so now I’m just gonna go do something relaxing.

Later...

I just wrote “Shelly” her letter. When we get stamps, I’ll send it off.

Speaking of letters, well, in Bob’s letter, I noticed just what a liar he is. He cannot be trusted and he just does not know how to keep his mouth shut. He also pays no attention to anything someone asks of him (not to talk sexual, not to tell me about “Andy’s” letter, etc.). He’s totally stuck on himself and doing only what he wants to do. He’s the opposite of Tom. Tom does too much for others. Bob does too much for himself.

In “Andy’s letter,” Andy asked him not to tell me he wrote to him, but what did he do? He said, “I got a letter from Andy.”

I forgot to mention a cool thing in one of the pictures. Well, there was a shot of Bunny running almost directly under the electrical line and in it, you could see the shadow of the line with the birds on it up above, but not see the actual line with the birds strung across it.

Tom, who’s tired most of the time, is gonna stop by his ma’s house after work. That woman’s gonna kill him one of these days! If she doesn’t want to be taken care of, then why does she keep the house? Tom says it’s to have the responsibility of keeping up the house. Well, if she can keep up the house so well, then why does she need things cleaned and fixed all the time? I still really think this woman belongs in some kind of supervised environment. Tom needs his sleep and to keep his health and we need to live our lives. Not babysit her and check on her every day and maintain her and her house. I mean, I love the woman dearly, but how many years are things gonna be like this? And what’s gonna happen when she gets older and worse physically? Will Tom have to live there while she stubbornly stays at the house, yet says she doesn’t want to burden anyone?

Another reason why he’s doing whatever he can for his mom and for Evelyn when she’s got jobs for him is to get up enough money to go to CA in May.

As expected, there’s absolutely no change in the dog situation. They just started up and will bark about 10 times an hour till around 11 PM. God, I wish someone would get rid of them!

I’m not having as much nausea lately, which is fine with me, but I’m still nervous and will be for a while. If I’m not nauseous, my heart races. After the doctor can’t read the PAP and after he breaks his promise and after my folks come and go, I’m sure I’ll feel better.

I don’t know what I’m more nervous about - my parents or Tom’s BS promise. Probably Tom’s BS promise, cuz I’m both nervous and excited to see my folks. There’s nothing exciting about being lied to and told that someone’s gonna do something for you that means so much to you when you know they’re not gonna do it.

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