I was surprised to get a letter from Paula today. It was a nice one too, saying I’d always be her best friend and the only one who really understands her. Anyway, her life sucks, as usual. The poor girl’s stressed out on account of her probation, Miguel and the threat of going to jail and losing Justin.

She also enclosed a picture of her and Justin. They don’t look good at all, to be honest. They’re both pretty heavy. I can see where Paula’s the 170 pounds she said she was, but hey, she is middle-aged and she did have two kids. I had to laugh when I noted her expression which was as serious as it usually is when she gets her picture taken. It was hard to tell without a close-up of her face, but she looks younger than she is at 36 years of age.

She also got the package and was wearing the watch as we spoke.

I also received a very short letter from Mary and some drafts. Just as soon as she gets me Scot’s correct email address, I’ll send him a copy of her book. Now all I have to do is hope she hangs onto her copy till she’s released so she can organize it herself. I’m sick of being the shuffler! Besides, she can’t make and have any money from the book while she’s in jail.

My own book is progressing well. I should have it done in a few weeks or less.

Yesterday’s 1200-or-so-calorie splurge didn’t hurt me as bad as I thought it would. I’m only a pound heavier than I was yesterday.