The propane guy is back to being unreliable. His excuse was that he ran out of propane and didn’t want to drive up and down the steep hill with a full tank cuz of all the rain. Yeah, of all the times it rains here, it just has to be now. And it’s pouring like a mother fucker right now, too. The frogs were out croaking up a storm when I got up. I hope he makes it out tomorrow, although our propane should last till Thursday. At least the rain is keeping the pest home and indoors. If the propane guy comes before I crash, then the pest shouldn’t be a pest tomorrow either, and so I should sleep fine.

My back pain started up at the end of the day yesterday, and I woke up with it too, so I don’t know what to think anymore. At least all has been calm in Cyst Land.

Both Tom and D are still being their usual wonderful selves in different ways. Tom keeps things going while D’s a true romantic at heart. Yeah, Tom definitely doesn’t tell me things like, “I will keep the hair out your eyes cuz you have beautiful eyes and they should never be covered!!” when I asked if she thought I should cut my bangs back or not. She thinks I should, and I probably will when I get really fed up with having hair in my face all the time now that it’s getting long again.

I thought Tom was the only person on the planet who could love and accept me as I am. I still can’t believe that D would drop everything to be with me and would take care of me if I were suddenly alone. That’s really, truly flattering!

I gave her some tips and pointers on a paper she had to do on gay marriage that hopefully helped her. I don’t know what gay marriage has to do with criminal justice, LOL, but that’s what she had to do. Then again, there kind of is a connection when you think about it, for there is no justice in discrimination and it’s pretty damn criminal to exclude certain groups from having the same rights everyone else has.

What the hell was that for? Someone just fired a shot. Who would fire a shot in the middle of a cold, rainy night? I couldn’t tell where it was coming from, but it probably wasn’t the assholes in back. This sounded like a big gun, and I’m pretty sure our trigger-happy neighbors prefer pistols.

I just wish it would stop raining. This isn’t New England! Yet we’ve gotten more rain the last two days than Arizona gets in a year. It doesn’t usually rain much here either, but winters are wetter than any other time of year here. The 5-cast says we’re going to be in the 50s, but due to all the moisture in the air, we’ll only drop into the 40s at night. I just wish it would STOP RAINING! At least until we’ve gotten our propane and I’m back on nights again so the rain can keep the pest away.

I stood in the mirror, turned sideways, and yay, my tummy’s almost perfectly flat! Yet I still feel like a blimp anyway. :(