9:44pm – He’s in the hospital

PROVE IT, HERMY……

Mikey’s been in the hospital for a bit over an hour.  Maybe closer to two hours.  Not sure the exact time he arrived.  I am missing him like crazy.  When he left the condo, I got depressed and went to bed, fearing that I wouldn’t hear from him until midnight.  WRONGO PONGO!  I heard from him at 8:48pm, Texas time.

Because I had gone to bed, he caught me sleepy as all get out, and I think I hurt his feelings with my curt goodbye when we finished talking.  I tried to soften it, but I think the damage had already been done.

I am pleading with Betty to behave, as she wants to run amok and cause all kinds of upheaval.  She is listening, grudgingly.  Mama (Thelma) is also telling her she "best behave yourself, young lady, if you know what-tis good for you!"

Lola moved out.  Just up and deserted.  No two words about it.  Thanks a whole lot, Lola.

So….recap of the weekend…..

My husband was supposed to come home last night.  It didn’t happen.  Today, I find out that Lola is moving out with absolutely no notice and no pay whatsoever.  Today, I hoped to spend some time with My Mikey, but he is in so much fucking pain from the goddamned kidney stone that all our time was cut short.  Brie didn’t seem in any hurry to come take him to the hospital, which pissed me off.  Am I the only adult who loves My Mikey?!!!!!

Betty was out earlier, and her thoughts scared the living shit out of me.  She wants to start writing Mama (Sue, the body’s mother) a letter of apology for the suicide of this body.  She says if Mikey misses one more flight, we’re swallowing the bottle of  Seroquel we have in our possession.  That scares me, because I don’t want to die.  It angers me that she can’t seem to have consistent faith in MY MIKEY!

And yet….I can’t seem to bring myself to find and dispose of the Seroquel right now.  I will talk to Mikey about this and get his advice on how to handle this situation.

My Key, My Mikey, I love you forever times pi cubed plus one,

Your Jack