I was playing around with and experimenting with the heart rate monitor. It seems my resting heart rate is about 88 and my active heart rate is 122.

Tom won another $15 on a Slingo ticket. I’ve been putting spells on them like crazy. So much so that he doesn’t like to cash in too many tickets at a time as it might look funny.

I’m still enjoying my incense. I have 40 favorites now. I studied their wholesale catalog and found that even if I don’t make my own, be it to sell or to use just for myself, I can buy 20-packs for $1, rather than $1.75. We’re still not sure if there’d be much of a savings if I made my own. The only way we’ll know is to try it.

We were laughing at the thought of playing a joke on Paula by sending her a scent she likes only to have it be a blank if I do end up making it. You can’t necessarily tell if the “punk” as they call them, is scented or not. If you just dip it in unscented cutting agent oil and skip the fragrance oil, you can really prank someone into thinking they’re losing their mind when they fail to smell a damn thing!

Some of them are similar. I mean, I don’t know what the difference is between Cherry and Black Cherry. Nor do I know the difference between Grape and Black Grape. If there’s any I don’t like, it’s usually because it either smells too soapy or of burnt plastic.

I asked Tom if they grow jasmine here and he said no. The reason I asked is that Andy used to insist it was the orange trees that smelled so good which I thought was rather strange, considering the fact that they didn’t smell anything like oranges. Neither did the Orange Blossom incense I got. In fact, it smelled more like raspberries. Then, when I lit the Jasmine, I not only thought it was wonderful, but that there was something familiar about it as well. After I thought about it a while I realized that that was the wonderful smell I’d smell back in Phoenix. It sure seems to be, anyway.

I read that Mojo’s said to keep away evil spirits. Well, I always thought that the foul odor was some kind of source of an evil entity. So, to find out if it was true or just a silly superstition, I lit some last night before the air came on which seems to circulate it, and could barely detect it.

I still can’t believe it’s been nearly two weeks since I’ve used the inhalers! And that I can prevent my tummy from gassing out when I have veggies! Maybe I can keep my stomach from reacting poorly to dairy foods like it always did. It’s a Jewish thing. It’s in our genetics like it is for blacks to have big lips and noses, not to mention be loud, rude and obnoxious.

Got about 40 draft pages from Mary so I’m working on those. I’ll get those out in Monday’s mail along with a letter to Paula to let her know her package should be sent out by the end of this month.

Later…

I’ve finished sampling. For the most part, I only had to have them lit for a minute or two in order to judge them. My top 50 favorites are African Queen, Angel, Baby Powder, Black Cherry, Black Henry, Black Magic, Black Narcissus, Black Pearl, Brown Sugar, Bump & Grind, Butter Rum, Cedar, Chocolate, Choctaws Mono, Cranberry, Escape, Fast Cash, Fruit, Grape, Hawaiian Garden, Hibiscus, Honey, Honey Almond, Honeysuckle, Hot Love, Hyacinth, Hyssop, Jasmine, Joe Blow, Jojoba, Joy, Licorice, Love, Mojo, Morning Mist, Opium, Pear, Puddy Cat, Pussy, Relaxation, Rose, Sexy, Sun Moon Star, Tunisian Honey, Vanilla Musk, Watermelon, Whisper, White Diamond, White Linen, & White Love.

I figured there’d be about 30 new favorites as well as 30 shitty ones and was pretty much right about that.

The last two tickets lost, so I did my spells on various things before bed like I usually do and what did we get for it? A $30 winner! So Tom used the money to sign up for this thing where you find people who are owed money. After a certain amount of time, you get your money back if you can’t find anyone who’s owed money. He thinks I’m a prime candidate from when I was on disability which wouldn’t surprise me with the way people like to rip me off.