Today was Tom’s 49th birthday. He’s in bed now. I wish it could’ve been a more exciting day for him, but it was a typical day of work and all that.

I have to wonder about that sick selfish bitch down in Phoenix. Did she ever think of her son today for even just a fleeting moment? I doubt it. I really do.

Other than having to deal with spiders, all has been well or at least the same.