I’d like to try to be a little creative and do some sewing at the kitchen table, but not wanting to hear the dog’s pathetic pleas for attention, I think I’ll wait and do it at night. Late at night.

I got a letter in Spanish from Children’s International wanting my help. I always thought it’d be fun to sponsor a child, but I won’t because I still think it’s wrong for people to have kids they know they can’t afford. And being too poor to afford birth control is no excuse. Everyone with half a brain knows what time of the month a woman can’t conceive. And there’s no reason the younger guys who would have a harder time refraining from getting off altogether can’t at least pull the plug in time. I say if you have a kid, it should be your responsibility. Not those in other countries, the state’s, or friends and family. Not unless you’re laid up in the hospital with a broken neck anyway.

We checked some online craft stores and it looks like I could get thin sheets of clear plastic to make doll covers with at some point.

I just got a Brazilian Barbie in a purple carnival outfit. She’s from the Dolls of the World Series. I also got Beyonce, and they both look awesome! Way better in person than online. I added their pictures to my Webshots albums which my two “fans” oughta like. Yes, I have a couple of fans who have listed me and my albums as a favorite of theirs, but I can’t tell anything about them. I don’t know who they are or what it is they like best. Probably the dolls.

Tomorrow I’ll be ordering two Tonners and two more fashions. This will be the first time I’ve gotten two Tonners at once!

Spiders are still a problem here, so we’re going to bomb again this Sunday while we walk up to do the laundry. The day before we’re going to ride the bikes to Fred’s, Anyway, Tom says we bombed too soon, but I still say it’s mostly because this sagging shitbox is too open. I swear to God I will never live in anything over 30 years old again!

I’ve stopped writing Mary and Paula until I hear from them. When the unanswered letters start to add up, I start to feel like I’m talking to myself.