Still find it hard to believe that it took 6 days for my letter to reach Stacey, holidays or not. Could it really have been delayed due to the holidays or maybe misrouted within the building? Or could my “silent call” from the previous night have prompted her call? Although I’m curious, it doesn’t matter either way. I’m just glad she called and I really hope she doesn’t have any hidden motives. If she does, we’re done for good.

Can’t wait to see if she comes out and either admits or denies that she liked me as well, though my guess is that she won’t say anything either way. I’m not going to ask her either because I don’t want to put her on the spot.

I left her a message shortly before 10 PM and I’m hoping she calls in the morning while I’m still up. I didn’t get up until 8 PM, so I’ll be around until noon or later. I told her it would be best if I saw her next week.

If I don’t have any anxiety for the day, then the pattern will continue to be the same where every three days is a good day.

Tom says he’s going to try to do three floor tiles a day and finish it by the weekend. I wonder if his job will even let him do that much. I just don’t get why it’s so damn important to his boss that they work 10 hours a day. Why aren’t 8 hours enough? On top of the 10-hour shifts, why do they have to work Saturdays? Also, if they have that much work to do, then why lay people off periodically? All I know is that no one should have to work 50-fucking-8 hours a week. Why is it that I have a feeling that if I wasn’t going through one of the worst times of my life, he would work normal hours or less?

My boobies are still sore as hell, I’m bloated as hell, and I’m probably going to gain all my weight back sooner or later.

These Tylenol sleep pills I decided to try when I’m having trouble sleeping came blistered in pairs. One pill didn’t do anything for me, but after taking the second one I fell asleep.

The rain is continuing on and I will be stuck working out indoors indefinitely.

The only strange dream I remember having was testing the lock on our front door to find that if I twisted the handle hard enough, it would open. I realize how easy it would be for anyone to break in and I wondered if I should bring this up to Tom. I was hesitant to do so because I knew how busy he was and that he had enough stuff to deal with during what little free time he had.

In the dream, there was a block wall surrounding part of our place. One day I was sitting at a table writing or doing something when I saw someone jump over the wall. I knew they intended to break in and I became extremely angry right away. I burst out the door to confront what turned out to be a young black woman. Despite the fact that she was considerably bigger than me, I screamed and shouted in her face. The dream ended at that point so I don’t know what happened next.