I’ve been a journal writer now for 18 years! It’s hard to believe the person who wrote those Massachusetts journals was me. Of course, that’s just as easy to say about the Connecticut and Arizona ones, and I suppose someday I’ll say that about the Oregon ones.

Nothing regarding the queen’s letter. I’m sure they contacted the pigs upon receiving it simply because that’s what people do when they get pissed at someone. They run to the pigs like kids run to their parents – “Mommy, Daddy, so and so did this to me! Make them stop.” Now knowing the law a lot better than I used to, I know the pigs would only tell them, “This may not have been a nice letter and she may’ve had things to say that you didn’t want to hear, but there’s nothing we can go after her for.”

I’m excited about the end of the month coming up. I feel I’ll win at least twice. I already received the roll of film I was notified about two days ago, but have yet to receive the DVDs I was told about weeks ago.

We got a rental DVD today, but it was cracked, so we’re returning it for another copy. Meanwhile, there’s a couple coming in today.

About a month ago I told Tom I vibed it’d snow on the 29th. About 4 days ago they predicted the shit for today, but now they’ve updated it to Saturday which will be the 29th.

I got a really pretty card with roses from Mary, and as usual, Paula hasn’t written. I haven’t heard from her at all since we moved. I told her once I sent the package, which she should have by now, that I wouldn’t write till I heard from her. That oughta prompt her into writing.

Mary says she likes getting older cuz of the maturity and wisdom that comes with it. Well, I know one thing for sure and that’s that while youth and thinness may look better, I’d never trade my upcoming 40th birthday in for a 20th one if you paid me! Look how much I know now as opposed to 20 years ago or even 10 years ago.

This is one funny rat. He’s down to only two places he likes to be these days; either on my lap or at home. He doesn’t even climb up Tom’s legs anymore. I forgot I left his door open just now and was in the other room talking to Tom when he came running up to me, then turned and ran in here, expectantly looking back at me along the way, so I would follow him before he went home. Guess he just wants me to be in here with him.