We’ve been having major internet problems for the last few days. His computer, which is the host, keeps falling offline, and my computer keeps going blind to the net. We’ve also got static hissing like hell on our phone line, too. Why must God always pick on our stuff? Can’t we go one solid month without any problems? Things just seem to break on us for no apparent reason whatsoever. And everything has to happen at once, too.

With the way God’s damned this house and punished us for moving, it makes me wonder what he’d do if we ever moved again. It’s a scary thought! I know I can’t stay in this state forever, though. Anyplace that can put someone in jail over a letter simply because the so-called victim’s black while you’re Jewish, tells me that there’s no limit to how far they’ll go. Once people get carried away, it seems there’s no end to it and to stay in a state that could do that to people just doesn’t sit right with me.

Anyway, before I got sick of playing net games, I was astounded to find there have been 50 downloads from my albums!

Later…

Now the car’s been cursed, too! Aaarrrggghhh!!! It never ends! He thinks the thermostat seized up, restricting the flow of water through the engine. He’s out making a diagnosis now. On his way home the car overheated. He also says that the static on the phone is probably what’s causing the net problems.

I just wish we didn’t have to spend so much time and money fixing things!

Yesterday, as we were heading into the grocery store, I caught a quick glimpse of my reflection in the window and was appalled at what I saw. I not only look fat now, but I look hideous, too. Totally geeky! I’m short, stout, and bow-legged in every sense of the word. I really do look ridiculous, but that’s okay cuz all this fat’s going away soon enough. By March I fully intend to be thin again. God and the state may be able to control my life/body in many ways, but they cannot control my weight. Anytime I feel like giving up, I’ll remember that horrid image I saw. Before I was just chunky, but now I’m graduating from chunky to fat. I blame no one but myself, though. I’m the one who’s been eating like a little pig throughout the last year or so.