(9am) D O just came and laid on my lap and wanted to be petted. (Amazing!)
(11am) Laundry time again. (Such fun!)
(2pm) Well, grocery shopping is done. (Also, such fun!)
I opened the bathroom window so D O can go out for awhile.
(3pm) Well, I cleaned house. (Not much, but it’s something.)
I picked up some soil and bigger pots for my repotting project.
(7pm) Nice nap!
D O was back so I closed the window. (I will let her out again tomorrow.)
(8pm) Erica and Linda stopped by and we played some Yahtzee. (Neat!)
I will have to try and get psyched up to go to the Northern Pacific and listen to the music. (Lately, all I have been able to do alone is the Hat. (Frustrating, but it’s better than not going out at all.))
Samantha suggested a bunch of jazz albums in her last letter.
(9pm) I ate three x-tops.
(10pm) I am going through another battle to get out the door.
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(2am) Well, tis 11 bourbon and diet cokes, 30 cigs and four hours later.
I made it to the Hat. (Nice music and girl watching!)
I made it home alone again. (Amazing!)-(Ha!)
Twas nice of Linda to offer to help me with repotting plants. (Tis really a two-person project and an extra pair of hands would help.)
I don’t usually like country music, but I sure do love K D Lang’s voice. (Beautiful!)
Another reason for not making first moves is that I don’t have a clue who is interested. (I have misinterpreted interest in me enough times to know I am just not capable of picking up on the subtle cues women send to indicate that they are interested. (Maybe it’s my perpetual horniness that wants to think women are interested who aren’t?) (Maybe it’s my phobias sabotaging any effort I make to find someone?) (Oh well, build friendships and let women hit me over the head with a two by four if they are interested in more.))
Sometimes I wonder why I go to the Hat, but going causes an anxiety attack, so it’s good therapy to make myself go.