Getting a little busy at times now. Trying to keep up with people on D.S. My ass gets a little sore now from sitting, and typing with one finger doesn't help. I'm happy tho. I find that i feel much better lately. I just don't have time to really think anything bad. I think it's a good thing. Still haven't heard from Georgette. Hike asked me if I heard from her. I suppose either she's not feeling well, or just busy and doesn't have access to a computer. I phoned her mother this morning. She said she was talking with her last night. Said she had a sore back. Perhaps she's just resting. Anyway, that did make me feel better. I miss my Spunky. I phoned Dillon today. I've thought about whether or not I wanted to work again at the sobriety center, and I've chosen not to. I really don't want to waste my time doing something that others don't seem to care about. I also thought about being in that enviroment and how it affected me the last time. Being around people that are f--ed up, isn't always good. I like what I'm doing now. The meetings, D.S., working with Bob and so on is good enough. I think I'm getting everything I need for now. I also asked Dillon about taking the radio I bought for the center back. I felt a little bad about that. I did give it to him when I thought he wanted to focuse more on recovery. But now that I realize it was just talk, I could use the radio myself. It was a nice one with a remote. I told him I would exchange it for the one Georgette said I should give. He said I didn't need to, and it was alright to take mine back. He said he has a ghetto blaster there now that someone donated. I told him I was sorry about wanting it back, and I am. When you give something you really shouldn't take it back, but I feel that the reason I gave it for,  to help with starting groups, wasn't right either. Anyway, right or wrong I'm taking it back, and giving him back the keys. Little Jimmy was really getting bad today. I was trying to sort out the papers by the computerand he kept grabbing the papers and throwing them on the floor. Everytime I would get them sorted he would do it again and run away. He was doing it on purpose. Little bugger was really pissing me off, so I gave him some quiet time in the bedroom for about half an hour. He was calmer after, and sorry. He was giving me little kisses after like he was sorry. He's really a charactor. Just like a little kid. I love him so much. He's great having around. He's my little buddy. and he's so good about being left alone when I'm working. He seems to like doing his own thing. He doesn't care much for outside. Likes looking out the window. I bought a leash so I could take him out once in awhile, but he seems to panic outside and starts panting. I think outside is just too much for him to take in. He likes his little world here. I have to see about getting him neutered soon. It's time for him. I don't want him to start spraying the apartment and stinking it up. Wish I didn't have to do it, but I do. Well, not much else right now. Mayby later. Thank you Lord for the things you give me throughout the day. I ask that you fill me with wisdom in all your ways to teach me to be the person you created me for. May I do your will, and not mine always. Amen