No fucking way! I will not spot a whole 12 days before my period! Why can’t I bleed when I’m scheduled to?!

Tom went to the Work Connection and found a few potential possibilities. He asked me which ones I had vibes on and I told him I felt more promise about the customer service jobs than janitorial. He’s going to go for interviews soon.

Meanwhile, I was surprised to awake at 125 pounds after I’ve been slacking off on both diet and exercise.

I’m going to cut my letters to Bob to every other week instead of weekly. I just never know if the golden oldie is alive to get them!