Well, my day sure was off to a funny start. Mother Nature delivered New England a nasty April fool’s joke, but it is no joke.

First, though, Andy called to tell me he embarrassed himself and acted like a total jerk and that all those nasty things I wrote about him when he was living with me on Woodside Terrace are true. Laura has a friend named John. He’s not a boyfriend, but he’s her dealer and he sleeps over about 4 times a week for a little while on the couch. I didn’t know this, and Andy said he thinks he should pay some rent. But anyway, Andy couldn’t find his pot one night and he knew Laura wouldn’t steal it, so he accused John. Then Andy said he played his music really loud so they couldn’t sleep. Then Laura got up and found Andy’s pot under the couch cushions and he had looked there before, too, but missed it. So naturally, Andy felt like a jerk and felt very guilty and wrote this guy a long apology letter.

Yeah, that was acting like a jerk, all right, but if I were a pothead, I’d be more paranoid than I naturally am, cuz that’s what drugs do to you, and since most druggies do steal drugs from other people that do drugs, I’d naturally accuse them, too, I guess.

Here’s the funny part of our chat that really started me off great. He said that he’d heard that Springfield got a foot of snow, but didn’t know if he believed it, cuz the weather channel’s wrong a lot. So he called Adam at the hotel and he said it was no joke, but they didn’t get one foot of snow, they got two feet. Ha, ha, ha!!! In April?! They got two feet of snow?! That’s just sooooo funny! Meanwhile, it’s a beautiful day here at about 80º.

Later...

I just called Tammy’s. She and Bill were out plowing, but I chatted with Lisa for a while.

I didn’t know this, but fucking Ronnie G was at the house in E. Longmeadow when Larry died. I was shocked to hear this. I thought Larry hated Ronnie as much as I do. Tammy says he wished Lisa a happy birthday, but just gave Tammy a nasty glare and they never spoke a word to each other. That goes to show just how much he hasn’t changed a bit. I don’t know why, but hearing that he was there really pissed me off. I guess that that’s just cuz if I hear his name, for whatever reason, I get furious. I still wish, at times, that I could beat the shit out of both uncles, but I’ll tell you this much. If I’m at my folk’s funerals when they die, and if he’s there, I’m gonna tell him, “This may be your sister/brother-in-law, but these are my parents. And I want your ass out of here.”

So, I finally got my fears, doubts, worries, beliefs, and suspicions all out to Tom. I told him all about how I feared he was just telling me what I wanted to hear, to get me to the doctor’s, and that he was making an impossible promise and that I could see myself feeling lied to, angry and hurt in the end. I told him I told myself I should let him break his promise first, then let him have it, but my feelings about the whole thing were eating at me. He still insists that he made a promise he can and will keep and that he’d do this, even if I weren’t going to the doctor. He also said that this isn’t the time when we pick the best days and try to make a kid. The best days are around the appointment and he wants to cum 3 days in a row cuz he knows can and he still promises to. He reminded me that we weren’t sure where my cycle began when I’d spot. But since Dr. Rugg told us that it does start and that as soon as I see red, I should mark it, whether it’s a spot or not, now we know how my cycle is for sure. He wanted 2 periods to see how my cycle typically is, even though we figured as much before Rugg confirmed how to chart my cycles. So, even though he’s still gonna cum 3 days in a row, he says, it’s really next month that we can schedule sex by my cycle. I told him I thought we should maybe not have sex during the 17th-19th at all to avoid any conflict, and he said that maybe I should just write it off in my mind, be done with it, but just have sex at that time, anyway. OK, I told him, but I’m still not sure if he’s playing games with me or not. I don’t know what to think, so I shall take his advice and wait and see what happens. I know, though, what’ll happen. He’ll break his promise. Then I’ll give it to him at that time, whether it’s a reaction he’s expecting and looking forward to or not and no matter what he claims is his reason for breaking his promise.

I had a funny live chat with my sister on AOL. I printed it out too, and will copy it in journal number 125 (the written one). I’ll do it in this journal’s computer version, too.

That was really a nice chat I had with Tom’s mom, too. Of course, she couldn’t get through a long conversation like that without bringing up one of David and Evie’s kids, but that’s OK.

Piggy got his letter today that’ll do me no good and that he’ll just toss away and so God’s gonna get me for it any time now.

There was a knock at the door earlier, but I didn’t answer it. As I stood by the door, though, I heard an adult woman and a girl of about 13 chatting. All I remember is the woman saying, “It’s not that he doesn’t like girls. He’s just not ready.” I did clearly hear other stuff, but cannot remember it. It sounded like it was probably those door-to-door, obsessed-with-religion junkies. Maybe Jehovah's Witnesses or Mormons. Then again, it’s quite a coincidence that there are people knocking on the door the day Piggy gets his letter. But why would he send his wife, if that’s who it was, to discuss it with me? And why would she bring her kid? I don’t even think they have a daughter.

If it was the lovely dog owners themselves, why didn’t she sound angry? And again, why bring the daughter, too? Well, parents do tend to drag their kids into their problems with adults more so these days.

I’d say it was probably religious freaks by the way they spoke and the manner in which they spoke, but time will tell.

Later...

Gotta get Tom up in half an hour.

I just threw the bird’s breakfast out, since I won’t be up when they get up to give them seeds.

I heard someone chatting for a few minutes next door on Easter but still haven’t heard them or seen them since the last time I told you I heard him come in real late. Maybe Tom was right. Maybe he was drunk and woke her up and she got pissed and threw him out for even longer, cuz this is the longest time he’s been gone. If someone was asleep with no fan, that music probably would wake someone up, even if it wasn’t really, really loud. Yeah, that’s probably what happened. He came in drunk and probably wanted sex. But he woke her and the kid up and pissed her off, so she dumped him for even longer. Good for her, then.

Oh, I also spoke to Jen and Larry, too. Larry’s not too happy with mom and dad and he said that if it were his son, he’d call every day. I agree and understand his feelings, but that’s just mom and dad for you. They can’t deal with other people’s problems. Larry said that they can call, but he’s not going out of his way to call them. He says things have been tough and that another reason why he doesn’t call them all the time anymore is cuz he used to call to brag all about Larry, but now that he’s gone, there’s nothing to brag about. Well, I hope in time, he’ll brag about Jen, Sandy and his own life. I mean, I hope Jen and Sandy don’t hear him say that cuz that’d no doubt make them feel like Larry was first best and they’re second best and not worth bragging about.