It would be more fun to have all this time to myself if I felt up for doing much, but I don't feel as bad as I did the last two times, so it isn't really awful. I am thinking about Mary's traffic school, getting her to do it, thinking about pulling the phone cord and making it as inconspicuous as I can in her house, stuff like that. Nasty letters from the IRS. How I am going to cough up the bucks for the implants when the time comes.
And I've been missing little Joey. I've added a few things to his desk. Things to color, a large Spiderman puzzle, a plastic box for his crayons. Just need the boy.
Watching Buffy again. Have I become addicted? Isn't that strange? And I'm liking Spike.