illegal aliens
2003-09-11 - 5:01 p.m.

Sera was supposed to call and come over Monday but she didn’t call. I called her last night, both numbers, just got the machine. I left a message. I’m wondering if she chickened out. She hasn’t seen me in two years and she knows I got so sick and my life is different now and it might have been too much for her this time. I’m not hurt; I understand. All day Monday I was extremely nervous waiting for her to call that I was almost relieved she didn’t call. Then I realized how ridiculous I was being and decided to calm down a bit. It didn’t really work but anyway, I understand if she was nervous and couldn’t come. I have her cell phone number I can call after 4pm when she’s back at the Marine base (or whatever the Marines call the place they reside). I do hope she calls me soon though.

Tanya and my mom are trying to write on each other with a magic marker. I have red pen marks all over my arms from where Tanya decided to be 8 years old and write on me. It’s a game we play. We still have our many pretend guns and arrows and we also added one more game in which we suddenly die from many different causes. It keeps the morale up.

I went off my rate for an hour, “sit ups”, arm exercises, and I ate a lot. Vegetable stir fry with white rice. I also sent out some cards to people from my church who are “homebound” as I am because its just nice to get a card sometimes.

I think I’m going to cut my hair. Or dye it; part of it. Does anyone know a hip hair lady who will come to my house? Yeah, me either.

The short visits are as nice as the three hour long ones. Its so great when you smile like that.