I assume that because I didn’t get a text message from Tom this means my dolls have arrived. I sure hope so! If not I’ll contact the seller and find out how she shipped them. If she shipped them by parcel post, then they could be a few weeks away. Either way, 5:30 can’t come fast enough!

I still may get one of the standard self-sealing priority-mail boxes they commonly use and send Paula the lotions I don’t like, plus a few other odds and ends I never use. I figure the stuff’s already been paid for, so why not send it to someone who can use it?

I hope there’ll be some jobs waiting for me when Tom gets in. I gave the survey people his email address, so I won’t know till he gets in. It’s nice to finally be able to know what time he’ll get in too, even if he’s making shitty money.

As usual, the water pills only dropped me to 125, then ceased to help anymore. After just two days of eating 1600-2000 calories, I’ve already crept back up to 128. I tell you, I can’t keep on with this struggle! I’m so, so close to letting go and having 2000 calories a day no matter how much I gain. I know my body wouldn’t be crying out for more calories and weight if it didn’t need it and that I’m being mean to it by depriving it the way I have been.

Later…

Well, my dolls didn’t come, but there is good news! Not only does Tom think I’m going to be making more than him, like $300-$400 a week, but they’re making plans to build a community just 5 miles from here! Boy, is that going to up the value of this place! That will easily make this place worth half a million. Tom, who’s always been great with money, says that if we hold out long enough, this place will certainly be worth a million eventually, probably in a decade. Just 4 years ago we paid $1,500 for 10 acres. Nowadays, the average 2-acre parcel is going for $60,000!

Well, I do have good money vibes and see us as pretty well off eventually, able to buy most of what we want and definitely what we need, but I don’t want to get my hopes up too high.

As for me making money - Tom says it’ll be a couple of weeks before we get a good idea of what I might make. Right now I’m still in their screening phase to see how serious I am which means that today I only got one survey to do for a chance to win something and not for a guaranteed amount of money. Most surveys will probably be $5 - $100, so I’ll want to do as many as possible. I have plenty of time, after all. How wonderful it’d be if I could make $500 a week because then Tom wouldn’t have to work! I sure as hell can’t imagine that, but I’m going to try my best to make what I can.

I’m up to 316 points now on Memolink.

I asked him if he planned on telling his family if the survey thing works out so I know what to say and what not to. You know, to keep our stories straight. Of course not, he said. Then I asked him what he’d tell his family if I ever really did make enough for him to quit working and he said that that would be a problem he wouldn’t mind having. I was laughing my ass off and making jokes like how he could tell them he just got sick of working or something like that.

The survey topics, so far, have consisted of a wide variety of things from judging material things and music, to opinions on gay marriage and terrorism. I’m definitely all for us finding a way to make our own fuel and not have to depend on those fucking Arabs and “continue to fund their anti-American sentiments,” as was one of the choices. I was surprised to see that 45% supported gay marriages, 42% were opposed, and the rest weren’t sure.

It’s nice, in a sense, to be able to express myself and have a say in things when most of my life was spent being either forced to be quiet or to go along with others.