11:51 P.M.

I’m bored.  I keep losing at cards.  Henry hasn’t called tonight.  I have a blister on my finger.  Lori’s a fucking cunt.  Henry called me at work today.  I think my upstairs neighbors deal drugs.  They leave at around midnight two nights in a row now.  Last night they came back an hour later.  I’ll see what they do tonight.  Laura might come over with Matt.  I do not like being bored at all.  My house is clean so I can’t to that.  Guess I could eat. But I don’t want to ’cause I’m already fat enough.  Lori wrote me up for having too many personal calls.  She and K.C. make them too so she can fuck herself – which I’m sure she does ’cause if I were her husband I wouldn’t touch her with someone else’s dick.  I want to be alone with Henry and just look at him.  I wonder if he even thinks that I think about him so much and I think he’s so good-looking.  Does he even suspect?  Does he think I’m good-looking?  Does he think about me a lot?  Does he think about kissing me?  Does he want to have sex with me?  I want to know, damn it.

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