At 12:30, a half-hour after I got up, I left Andy a message wishing him a happy birthday and told him to call me at 1:30 after I’d had time to wake up, eat, and wash up if he wanted to talk. I figured it’d be close to his bedtime and that he’d only be up till 2:00-3:00, but I was wrong. He left me a message at 1:05 while I was brushing my teeth, saying he was gonna do some audiotaping and would call me back at 3:30-4:00. Also, he’s been staying up till 6:00-7:30 in the morning lately. Oh, God! This means that if he calls, and I know damn well he will, I’ll be stuck on the phone with him for hours! Well, it’s his birthday, so it won’t kill me to be his slave for a day.

The freeloaders were quiet. I kind of went to bed around their prime time, so that could be part of why they seemed quiet.

We went to Walgreens yesterday morning. I was amazed that it wasn’t packed. The original plan was to get me some cranberry juice and some puzzles, and then go to Staples to see if he could find himself a computer-related treat (he wrote a program that allows him to scan his picks for horse races on his little laptop, and has been back at the computer more and at the TV less).

Anyway, I needed the cranberry juice for that pain I sometimes get on my lower, right side right around mid-cycle time. I guess it’s just a coincidence that I get it at that time cuz the pain’s too high to be my ovaries or anything like that. Nonetheless, I got the juice and it helped kill the pain. Thank God for that power-playing snob at Natchaug who told me about this little trick. That’s probably the one and only good thing I got out of Natchaug, even if Natchaug itself was part of the “plan” to get me out here.

They didn’t have any good puzzles, but they did have some cute Barbie outfits. Got three outfits for $6. A pink dress, a purple skirt with a colorful top, and a blue top with floral shorts. This came with two pairs of shoes, too. A pink pair and a purple pair.

I got myself a few pairs of booties (pink, blue, and purple) which are good for roaming around the house.

It turned out that Staples wasn’t open yet, so Tom will have to go there some other time.

Later...

My luck was with me and Andy got tired on me so he didn’t keep me on the phone forever.

He says he’s gonna stick with part-time at Red Lobster and then supplement his income with dealing, but that he doesn’t want to deal full-time. He claims that at the end of the year, he’ll get his act together and get a full-time job with benefits and keep it. He says he’s never been this lazy before and that all he can do is think about sex. He can’t get it off his mind. He’s so horny all the time.

Laura’s moved back in and he said that even though they fight constantly, he appreciates the extra money. I’d rather struggle like hell than fight like they do.

He and Michelle went bar-hopping. They went to tit bars, which Michelle’s into, and gay bars. Andy said some of the customers at the tit joint were gorgeous and he wanted them sooo bad. He and Michelle are still having the same old shit luck. Michelle can’t get anyone she really wants and Andy hit on five guys only to be rejected by each and every one of them. Maybe God’s trying to tell Michelle something. Maybe she’s not meant to be with a woman. Maybe she’s meant to be with a guy later on in life. I doubt God’s trying to tell Andy he’s meant to be with a woman, though. I think he’s just not meant to be with anyone.

He’s pissed at Barbara Nicks for lying to him and for being rude. It started with her agreeing to meet with him when he brought over a cassette that she asked for. Then she blew him off and made excuses not to meet with him inside or outside the house. So he finally agreed he’d just drop the damn tape off and leave it in her truck. Meanwhile, she said she’d leave him an autographed tour book and a T-shirt. For whatever reason, only the tour book was there. So he put the tape in the truck and noticed the lights to the red jag were on, so he knocked on the back door. He said he was sort of hoping she wouldn’t answer since he reeked of pot. She didn’t answer, although he could hear that she was up and about. She was obviously ignoring the door, though.

When he got home, he called to let her know the lights to that car were on, which she said she knew nothing about. Then she rudely said she was too busy to take the time to listen to tapes. What a snob! After he took the time to make it for her? I mean, I know he has all the free time in the world, but still, that was a rude, ungrateful thing to say and she asked for this tape, she’s not a true friend, and if he had any self-respect, he wouldn’t bother with her. However, Andy has very little respect. He even said he’ll keep calling her, but less often. His definition of less often is still often enough by most people’s standards.

Yesterday, Tom showed me the pictures he took at the racetrack. Most of them came out great. He’s using a great picture of two horses for his wallpaper.

Tom went to bed shortly after I got up, and he asked me if I wanted him to tell me what he left me a message about, or should I just get the message? So I told him he could tell me, and he said he had good news and bad news. I knew the good news could be anything, but when he mentioned bad news, I was like - what’s your mom in the hospital for now? That wasn’t it, though. He said the good news was that he saw Patch downstairs. Yeah, and I saw Big Cocoa and Bandit down there, too, so I guess the aquariums will be used again, after all. The bad news is that Big Cocoa has the same tumor on her side that Spot did, so she won’t have much longer to live. Rodents are notorious for tumors. That makes two pigs and two mice I’ve had with tumors. From what I looked back on, I noticed Spot’s tumor on 11/17 and she was dead by 12/1, so big Cocoa can’t have even a month to go, poor thing.