As vibed, no word from Teddy Bear. God, I still can’t believe she did this! And not so much as a simple little phone call or letter saying why! Well, I hope her current or next girlfriend wakes up one day, takes one look at her, and decides that giant face full of acne is worthy of the name Rhoda!

Could it be that there really was a no-contact-with-former-inmates policy enacted? Could that explain why I never heard from her or Pérez? I can see Pérez sticking to the rules if that were the case, but Teddy Bear? Wouldn’t she have at least called to explain herself, rather than so rudely left me hanging? Makes me wonder if maybe she really was killed in an accident or something. I mean, I just can’t believe she turned out to be this cold and this heartless.

Another thing I wonder is if these mice are all gonna die off just cuz they’re not going with her. Two of them died, and I got rid of two dull-looking ones as soon as I knew she was gonna blow me off. Now there’s a total of 8.

Since I no longer give a damn about my weight, I’m only going to lift weights twice a week, but I’m walking on the walker every day. That’s cuz I had Tom put my mahjong game on my MP3 computer so I could play while I walk like I was doing in Phoenix, so it’s not so damn boring. Oddly enough, it’s easier to drive the mouse with my left hand while I walk.

Because I just got new shorts and a new dress, I won’t let myself gain much weight. Meaning, I won’t worry about a few pounds, but I sure as hell won’t try to lose any. God, I’m so sick of that! I need a good long break from the diet rollercoaster. For now, I’ll just eat sensibly. Meanwhile, I’m a middle-aged person. I’m supposed to be overweight. In fact, I’m supposed to be more overweight than I am, so I think I’m doing pretty good for my age being just 15-20 pounds overweight and not 30-50.

All Scot said to me yesterday was that he’d do my progress report and see if maybe they made a mistake by ordering classes. When I asked him who was supposedly trying to say my reading comprehension skills were low and why, he said he didn’t know. He also said he didn’t know when I asked him if he thought he could get this taken care of.

So now I gotta wait and worry about this shit another two weeks unless he comes to the house when I’m home and awake with any news before I see him again. I still don’t think I’m going to get out of this shit. I still think they’re gonna demand the classes. Well, I’m sick of their fucking demands!