I got a letter from Erica yesterday, and it sounds like she is doing well. (Good for her.)
Samantha stopped by last nite and we played scrabble. Then we went out bar hopping so she could look for guys. (But, when she found the one she was looking for she ignored him?)
(1pm) Samantha sure has been a bit crabby this last week. (She says it’s just that the weather has turned wintry again and she wanted spring; but I think it’s more than that.) (She has been a bit harsh with Hunter lately too. (I really don't see that what he is doing that is so horrible. (e.g., we ran into him the other nite at the Scoop. She wouldn't say hi to him and didn't want me to go over and visit with him.)))
Hunter called last nite looking for some cocaine (I don’t have a clue!)
I tried my hand at some love poems yesterday. (I figured if Phil Collins can be happy and write sad songs, I can be sad and write happy poems. (I am not sure it worked out.))
I got a rejection letter on that job in Hamilton today. (All that worrying over nothing.)
I think I will go out and tip a few tonite. (And listen to the Colter Boys for awhile.)
(7pm) I finally got all my chores done.
I wonder if I will get lucky tonite? (I am definitely overdue.)
So far today my phone has rung five times. (Three wrong numbers and two salesmen.) (My phone hasn't rung that often in ages.)
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