I knew my math was shitty, but not that shitty. I said in a previous entry that I’d be an adult for as long as I was a kid when I turned 38, but actually, that happened when I was 36.

I moved the fish out of the big aquarium to the smaller one for a few reasons. Well, for one, since our shit always has to break, the filter went out. The water was clouding up pretty bad so I made the transfer and now they’re in the kitchen where I can easily be their filter by regularly siphoning water out into the nearby sink like I should’ve done in a bucket when they were in the living room. The tank was filthy! Absolutely filthy. When I got things stirred up, the water was so brown I could barely make out the fish themselves.

Once I got it all set up, I had to laugh when I tried to imagine trying to do this in the old kitchen in Phoenix. No way! Not with just 4 outlets. This kitchen has 20 and we’re only using 7.

I was explaining my book to Tom in more detail, describing the off-the-wall jail I’m in with Kate, and he said it’s not as off-the-wall as I might think. Then he explained to me how trainers sometimes stay with the trainees in their tents during military training.

Maybe it’s not so crazy after all. Camp counselors stay and live in each cabin with the campers during the summer. At least they did in the camps I attended in Maine.

Anyway, Mary may have no clue as far as punctuation, caps and paragraphs go, but she sure is a hell of a writer, particularly with the juicy stuff, and she’s inspired me greatly. The story, as weird as it may be, is going really well if I do say so myself. The steamy parts are well-written. I sent Tom a sex clip of hers and what I’ve got so far on my story, even though it’s under 20 pages.