It looks like I didn’t have the honor of hexing Mary after all. I should’ve figured God wouldn’t allow me such a wonderful gift anyway. I went and checked, and the dates don’t match. Meaning, she said her illnesses began the Friday after Christmas, yet I didn’t check out the presents and insults till the following morning.

Either way, what’s done is done, but I don’t intend to associate with her much from now on by email or in person.

The Dead Zone’s gotten to be way too boring and predictable. Childbirth, childbirth and more childbirth. Two episodes in a row of it. I still can’t figure out why our society is so obsessed with the subject. This is what the viewers want to see, though. It not only gets old like I said before, but I don’t want to see or hear about that subject for fear of it rekindling old desires, though I highly doubt it will. Still, a recovering alcoholic shouldn’t go to bars, and a dieter shouldn’t go to candy stores. Besides such popular subjects, the show needs more action and less talking, planning and building up to things.

Woke up at 127. I was going to say I can’t get below that, but I don’t know. I may wake up below it, despite the candy I’ve had today. That’s cuz I’ve been the opposite of how I was throughout January, which means I’ve been shitting my ass off. I’m actually to the point where I’m like, enough’s enough! I shit so much today that I doubt I’ll shit tomorrow.

The bag of candy I got has about 30 pieces that are a little bigger than Hershey’s Kisses. I had 10 of them and froze the rest so it wouldn’t be convenient for me to keep grabbing a few every time I pass through the kitchen.

Now to cover my day while I listen for new MP3s to download (hopefully). I got up at 8:30, an hour before the alarm was due to go off. At 11:00, we took off to the dentist. She really likes me, though I don’t know the extent of it. Let’s just say that I’m good enough with people to know she’s at least not homophobic if she’s never been attracted to the same sex herself. She’s a very friendly person who strikes me as a very tolerant and accepting individual. I’m amazed at just how much she likes to chat with me. Too bad she’s not as good-looking as Melanie was!

Let’s just also say that regardless of how deep her fondness is for me, if she had to dump half her patients and give them away to another dentist, I bet I wouldn’t be on that giveaway list.

“There’s feisty Dawn,” she said as she approached me after her assistant got me settled in the chair. She was so grateful to me cuz of the way my advice on how to speed up hair growth has helped her, which I noticed right away was about an inch longer. “I’ve been wearing braids, taking multi-vitamins, scratching my scalp, and my hair’s grown faster than it has in a while,” she happily told me.

She asked me about the dolls and rats and said she wanted to learn how to do email which her husband says is easy. I wondered then, how come she had an email account if she didn’t know how to do email, and why couldn’t her husband show her how to do it? Nonetheless, I offered to show her, telling her I’d email her and that all she had to do was type in what she wanted to say, then hit the reply button. I wanted to show her a good variety of the email decorations I have, so I sent one with a colorful background to which I added a couple of animations, then one with an animated mouse, and one with graphics that consisted of an ocean scene. I told her she could insert pictures if she wanted to and to click on the address I typed in if she wanted to get the same email software I’ve got.

I met her husband and her 11-year-old daughter who had just gotten her braces off.

She was, as usual, very complimentary of me. Especially my hair. She too, complimented my thick curls and even the gray, too. She said she wishes she had hair my color, rather than the blond she’s got.

We also discussed my working out. She and her assistant thought I was 110 pounds. I wish!

On my way out, she gave me the same full-size tube of toothpaste she gave me last time. Quite a generous sample!

After hitting the grocery store, we went to the PO and picked up Lily, my bronze ballerina who wears a gold tutu. Although small, she’s way nice. Nicer than I anticipated. I just may get more of these after all.

For now, my tentative plans are to order a mug on the 15th, then order the remaining 3 that I designed by the 15th of next month. Then I’ll concentrate on dolls. I’ll probably start with Ashton’s ornament ballerinas.

Tom and I did some comparing and some math and decided that if I could get my daily food cost down to $7 a day, we could save a lot of money to use for fun things. Because he can stand to live on basically just hotdogs, it only costs a few bucks a day for his food. Because I like a wider variety, I’m at about $9 a day.