Yesterday I couldn’t do much because I was too sore from the previous day’s allergy attack. My diaphragm muscles are still sore, but today I’m going to make myself run, do some laundry, and then I want to do the kitchen, dust the living room, and change the rat’s cage.

Since I can’t do this until Tom gets up, I’m going to go enter sweeps and start the electronic reading of my story, now that the silent reading is done.

I got a letter from Paula. Of course there wasn’t any mention of my birthday tomorrow, and of course she had to ask for something. This time, though, she offered to send $20 for it. I told her $10 would be fine to cover the shipping on a priority mail package, but that yes, if she sends the $10, I’ll make her CDs of music, and pictures and I’ll send some incense, too.

She gave me a bogus email addy, and what I don’t get is why she wouldn’t just email me if the addy was for real. I gave her my email addy a million times, and I’ve told her that I could send pictures that way, too.

That girl is just one major retard! Amazingly enough, though, at least she’s never asked for money.