My bangs are now trimmed and soon I will get on with today’s chapter. Well, just as soon as the laundry’s done. What began as a novel one could describe as light erotica and still is, has become more of a cat-and-mouse kind of story. I guess suspense is still my best genre. I hope I scare the shit out of you when I post it. :) That might not be for another month or two, though.

I can’t wait for my hair to grow out! I totally hate the way it came out this time around. I guess because it’s so damn curly it doesn’t look right the way we cut it. Really, how did I get to be so damn ugly? I feel like I’ve never been so bad-looking in my entire life. If women rejected me back when I’d sometimes visit gay bars in my 20s, I can just imagine how many lesbians would run puking their guts out at the sight of me these days! I know looks aren’t as important as love and health and all that stuff. I would stay this way before I became loveless and unhealthy, but I’m still amazed at how truly hideous-looking I’ve become. I look fat. I look old. I have such a dull-looking shade of green in my eyes. And my hair looks pitiful! Despite there being only so much I can do to improve my looks, today’s the last day of eating when I’m hungry. Tomorrow it’s back to fewer calories and more working out. Exercising just 3 times a week wasn’t quite cutting it. Not with a metabolism this non-existent. I’m going to run Monday through Friday. The question is whether I should do it for 30, 45 or 60 minutes. I’m going to mix the sprinting in with the walking, but there’s only so much sprinting I can do. It’s like I’m in shitty shape at the same time I’m in great shape.

We’ve gone from unseasonable cold to unseasonably warm. We don’t need to open windows or run the cooler, but we don’t need the heat during the daytime either. It gets up to 80º in here by the late afternoon, but the temp falls fast once the sun sinks below the mountain.

I decided that if I don’t hear from Nane this week, making it two months since I heard anything, I’m going to play with her head by letting her have it and then telling her I’m cutting her off my friend list. Only I won’t cut her off. I’ll just leave her hanging and all confused instead. She was on FB today.

Andy and I still have fun playing the “journal game” on Formspring and I still have fun playing with spammers. I’ll often paste whatever I last copied into my reply to those wanting me to cash bad checks for them or buy 20 pounds of Viagra. I think I told the last fraudster that Ginny needs to try to escape in chapter 13. I try not to mess with too many heads, though, as I promised my buddy I’d behave. I am a natural little devil, though, so certain things are hard to resist.

I will have to restock Andy’s supply of “journal questions” soon. That’s where I copy a paragraph from old journals knowing it’ll get cut off since they only allow for so many characters, and in his answer, he completes the sentence with something goofy.

The rat’s looking to be let out for his daily dose of freedom and exercise, so I’m signing off now.

Nothing from Barbara, though I didn’t expect anything today since today’s Sunday.