Thanks to Yves, who thinks April 12th is my birthday (they reversed the numbers of the month and day), I’m getting $70 worth of stuff for just $12! I got to choose one item for free which will be my all-time favorite Ode à L’amour perfume that’s normally $21. Then I get free Yria perfume, which is normally $38, though I’m only getting a ¼ oz. bottle. Although we couldn’t find anything that said you had to order in order to obtain the freebies, we got a couple of buy-one-get-one-free items – travel-size lavender lotion and arnica hand & nail crème.

We’re going to have to coordinate our store with the move which shouldn’t be too hard. You can close it just like you can close a physical store that you can walk into.

The most shocking thing to happen was the sculpture I did last night of a lady sitting, holding a bushel of flowers in her hand. For my third sculpture and without any training, it’s not too bad. I think I just might have a knack for this after all. I’ve always been a naturalist at music and art-related things, and I think I just might get a starter kit someday so I can have some tools and some books for guidance. The face is lousy, though, and I have yet to learn to do hands. I need tools for something like that. I have all kinds of figurines in mind I’d like to one day try to sculpt. Maybe I’ll even get good enough to sell some which would be as shocking as selling stories would be.

The lot’s still hanging at $20.50, but the weekend has yet to come. That’s when I’ll know for sure just what’s going to happen with it and whether or not the people are going to go crazy with the bidding and bid up over the max I hope to place early Monday morning, a few hours before it ends, so long as it’s not already up to $50 at that time.

My eyes are getting steadily worse and fast, too. I was hoping they’d stay put for a while, but I can’t imagine I’ll make it to 40 without glasses. I was almost afraid to have the character I plan to have in my current book who ends up going blind for fear of it jinxing me, but that would really be silly superstition. If I could jinx my stories to life, then Kate Jackson would regress 30 years in time and come after me for a damn good time.

I woke up at 132 yesterday. I’m not surprised, since I was having around 2000 calories a day. I had 1200 cals yesterday and now I’m 130. When I get stuck at 127, I’ll probably eat my way back up to 132, and back and forth. If I only didn’t get so damn hungry! Dieting would be a lot easier if I had Tom’s problem. He’s never hungry, he just eats because he likes to eat. This would be easier to control and have the willpower to fight, but hunger is a whole different story, and I’m always hungry. It’s disgusting to see just how much of a pig I’ve turned out to be. Makes me want to take a hammer to my mouth at times! I don’t know why I became this way. They say we only get hungry if our bodies need the food, but why my body could need so much food is totally beyond me. I’m going to put a spell on myself as soon as we move. Not to lose weight and become skinny as I can’t be what I’m not meant to be, but to have extra money for fun stuff.

The assholes at the bank probably got Tom’s letter by now. They have one week to respond. If they don’t, we take matters into our own hands. Then again, we’re taking matters into our own hands like we should’ve weeks ago, with or without them involved.