Here�s the nutt-shell version of my life this week:

Last weekend, John came down. I had a nightmare Saturday night and woke up screaming and kicking and hitting the poor man. As I recall, he and I were in bed in the dream, but in my parent�s old room in the LaVerne Townhouse. About five men came in to the room and were coming after us.

In the process of beating up the old man, I got several bruises on my legs.

We went to dinner Saturday night with his friend Brandon and Brandon�s girlfriend Renee (?). It was nice. Renee seemed nice, if a little boring. They�re both nice people, just�well, I don�t want to sound like a snob, here, but they�re just kind of�low-rent. That said, I would much rather hang out with Brandon than with Donny. We were supposed to have breakfast with Donny on Sunday, in fact, but he blew us off. Needless to say, I wasn�t exactly torn up about it.

We also went to Smart and Final, a store I had never been to before but which I now love. Next time I have a party, I am totally THERE. Plus, they have Korbel for like $3 cheaper per bottle than anywhere else, so�I think I�ll be going there often. Sunday we went to Home Depot where he bought a small shed. We had to special order it, but I got the call last night that it�s in and now here I am without a truck to go pick it up.

Aside from these things, I rested a lot while he was in town. I still have a serious lack of energy these days. I�ve made myself work out anyway a few nights this week and for that I�m proud, but I swear that exercise pert-near killed me each time. Well, doctor appt. is next week, so hopefully I can find out what�s wrong with me and get it taken care of.

The Belmont Shore Rapist struck again a couple of nights ago, just like three blocks from my pad. Uh�scary! That fact has been interfering with my sleep patterns, too. I have taken to sleeping with a corkscrew by my bed. Not only does it have the corkscrew part, but it has a little knife attachment. Ain�t nobody gettin� me without a fight, baby.

We�re having a bar-b-que at my parents� house on Sunday. I�m taking dessert. Actually, I�m buying this killer strawberry-chocolate-truffle cake they have at Hofs this time of year. It�s so ymmylicious! We had a nice Father�s Day get-together a couple of weeks ago and I took pies from there. Father�s Day was groovy cuz it was just the folks and Barbara and Arnett and me. We went to a Chinese food place in Glendora for lunch, then had dessert at the folks� place. It�s nice when it�s just a few people, cuz we actually get to hold conversations and I can keep up with everything. When everyone is there (as it will be on Sunday), there is always like five different conversations going on and I tucker myself out trying to keep up with each of them!

Mike D. (Smithereens-Mike) called me last night. We didn�t talk much, but he�s supposed to call me again. I have mixed emotions about it. I�m just not really ready to date anyone else; or at least I�m not interested enough in HIM in particular to date him. But he�s a nice guy and I wouldn�t want to hurt his feelings or anything and at the very least I would like to have him as a friend, so�I dunno. I warned him that this weekend is pretty much booked (it�s not, but hopefully this will buy me some time) and that next weekend I�ll be in Frisco so it may be a while before we see each other again. Knowing him, he�ll take that as a brush off anyway and so I may not have to wonder about how to handle this for very long.

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