No Scot this week so far. I still have a feeling God’s going to make sure I’m woken up at least once more before this shit is finally over. I just hope the fence is up soon enough and that we’re not open house to these welfare bums for too many more weeks!

My throat has been horrible. I know something up there wants me to be a major appointment junkie. All my life I’ve had a slew of appointments for various things. I’ve had more appointments than most people twice my age will ever have. Again, I got what I asked for. I really meant it when I said I’d rather be sick or injured than abused by others where there’s no fighting back and since it seems to be one or the other, that’s where I’m at right now; looking at the end of my healthy days. So, although I was determined to fight it at first and not give it what it wants, I had to break down and have Tom make an appointment for me because I think I need antibiotics. When I got up today I thought I might be on the mend, but then my throat started getting bad again. If come late tonight I think I am going to get better on my own, I’ll cancel the appointment.

I’ve been sleeping in spurts because of the pain. I fell back asleep this morning for a few hours without shutting the bedroom door or turning the fan on and never heard Tom come in, make something to eat, then the doctor’s appointment! Guess I must’ve been that out of it.

The mannequin company I called and left a message about as far as a price goes finally called back. The mannequin of theirs I liked is $1,080. No thanks! I also got an email from the one regarding another one I asked about and they’d be willing to ship to me, too. At least this one would be just $335. It’s nice to know where I can shop online for one, but I still hope to check them out in person eventually. There’s a doll store I stumbled upon online in Phoenix that we may check out sometime soon, too.

I got 5 envelopes from Mary today with letters and 22 pages of drafts. She’s lonely and tired and it’s very noisy where she is. Her dorm is overcrowded with 3 to a cell. It’s like A Tower and then some! I’d PC myself for damn sure and not give a damn what others thought of it. Her celly stole her brush and I’m sure they’re all begging up a storm.

Anyway, I’ll get working on her book stuff soon. As for my book, I don’t know where I’m heading with that. I’ve been too sick and too lazy to work on it lately. I might have myself get framed when I get released and have Kate help me get out of it, or maybe I’ll turn her into an obsessive psycho that I end up on the run from. I asked Mary for her opinion.