Tom’s out getting some groceries right now. I told him not to bother stopping at the PO. Are you sure? he asked, and I told him yes since it was too soon for my beauty supplies, the fairy probably wasn’t coming, and there would be nothing but letters for José. Until Mary starts writing to me again too, or sends drafts (if she decides to continue on with the book), we can drop our trips to the PO to every few days.

Tom says he knows the bank will settle. That’s not the issue. The issue’s trying to find a lawyer who’ll take the case since it’s basically a scam and they’d be risking their career. We can’t prove the discrimination case, so the next step is to get them to settle cuz they wouldn’t want to be dragged through the mud.

Maybe we do stand a chance (unless God makes sure to guide us to all the wrong lawyers), since the world’s full of corrupt lawyers who risk their careers every day. It’s very hard to get them disbarred. There may be a huge difference between a public pretender and the kind of lawyer we’re talking about, but remember, Tom wrote a letter asking how to go about filing a formal complaint against the public defender and not only did they respond by saying they weren’t going to do anything, but they wouldn’t even tell him how to file the complaint in the first place. They simply didn’t want to hear it, let alone investigate it. They protect their own as pigs do.

I am going to be so fucking bored today! All I have to do is proofread my story, but once again, better to be bored than to have no life.

I was surprised to wake up at 125 pounds, after all, I ate yesterday and after being stuck for two days, though I’m not stuck anymore, though when I add it up, I guess I really didn’t have more than 1500 cals.