10-12-99
(1pm) Nice workout!
Well, I am getting fat again. (Back up to 220.)
When I got home there was a message on my answering machine from Samantha wishing me a late happy birthday.
10-17-99
(8am) I worked out Tuesday through Friday. (This time I am doing six sets on all the machines over four days.)
Last nite I treated myself to shrooms and x-rated movies again.
Note from the ozone: I think the solution to many of our problems would be to legalize drugs and channel those billions of dollars into research and development. (We aren’t making the kind of advancements we need to make to survive.)
(6pm) Dad called. (He forgot my birthday this year, and he called to apologize.) (He says he is feeling good.) (They just got their first freeze of the year.)
10-23-99
(10am) I finished editing the portion of "Outlaws and Poets" that I have loaded on the computer.
I worked out Tuesday through Friday again.
I am still having trouble walking. (The anxiety attacks have me housebound, for the most part.)
Last nite I went and helped Erica move some furniture and had dinner with her. (Neat!)
(1pm) I started typing the portion of "Outlaws and Poets" that hasn’t been loaded into the computer. (I wish I had kept up on that project!)
10-24-99
(11pm) Tis a full moon tonite. (Beautiful!) (I need to get back in touch with the cycles of life!)
10-31-99
(8pm) Happy Halloween!
I worked out again Tuesday through Friday.
The number five keeps coming up. (At first, being a closet romantic still, I though it was a reference to Pythagorean numerology where five refers to marriage.) (Tonite it occurred to me that it might be referring to the pentagram.)