I had Tom delete the voice recognition program. It was fun to play around with it just to do something different, but it was hit or miss. I used it for part of Mary’s letter, leaving in all its mistakes just so Mary could have a good laugh. I said, “If Teddy Bear gets in trouble for my letter, I don’t give a shit,” but it came out as “I don’t give a share.” This is true, too. I mean, perhaps there’d be a little guilt, but not much. It takes an awful lot to win me as a friend or more, but only a second to lose me. After the shit she’s pulled and the emotional pain I suffered on account of her, it’s just like with my family; I no longer care either way what happens to her. If my letter happens to get her fired, although I doubt it will, so be it. Just like I’d tell the blacks who claimed that my complaints got them evicted; they all should’ve thought about the possible consequences of their actions before they acted.

We talked about it, and as soon as the money’s available, we’re going to get me a twin-size waterbed, since waterbeds are my favorite, and this air mattress really sucks with its worn-out foam at the sides. Then, we’ll roll Tom’s plain double bed into the master bedroom. Both beds will fit side by side in that room easily enough. Lastly, we’ll roll the old airbed into the guest room.

Tom knows and understands that it’s not going to be so easy for me to adapt to someone else sleeping in the same room, as light of a sleeper as I am. Especially when I’m not forced to do so. In jail, it was different as I had no choice, thanks to the blacks who put me there. If only he didn’t snore so much, it’d be a lot easier. But because of that, if I’ve got an important appointment coming up or am overtired, he’ll have to sleep in the guest room. I’m not overly thrilled at the idea of doing this simply because I like my space and to sleep alone and that’s what I’m used to, light sleeper or not, but because I love him, I want to give it a try. It’s not like I’m locked into anything. If I want to be alone, I can always ask him to sleep in the guest room.

Surprisingly, I woke up at 126 lbs.

Another suspicion this thing with Johnson confirms is my belief that yes, she’d have gone further if given the time and opportunity. Had I been there just a little longer, I’m virtually certain she’d have made a move on me, if only just to kiss me. Just not with Misha around. No, she’d prefer to kiss someone in front of 130 others, not just one facing the wall with a blanket over her head.

I’m not going to lie, though. I still sometimes see her in my mind’s eye and long for her, wishing she’d kept her word about seeing me and not turned out to be like a typical male who’s got to play the field.

Kelly hasn’t picked up the postcard I sent which means she probably hasn’t gotten my response to her email either, which means that she might not like me that much after all. She may still consider me to be one of her nice-looking patients, but I know that if I liked someone, I’d check my mail more often. So, that answers my question about her, you could say.

I started my Kate story. To keep it geared more towards fantasy, I’ve omitted Tom altogether, but I kept Mary in the picture so she could watch my apartment while I’m in this hotel-like jail.

Stories are fun, because, unlike with real life where you pretty much go with the flow, you’re in the driver’s seat in the story. You control its destiny.

I did my jogging earlier. I figured low-impact jogging to about 5 songs a day would be sufficient to keep any weight off that I’ve lost and may continue to lose. Later I’ll do some exercises, particularly my abs.