I guess I had a good day, not really sure. Started off with the chef being in a bad mood and trying to take it out on me. He was going on about everything from my going to the washroom to how big the muffins were. I'm convinced that he's got real mental problems. It got so stupid that I just laughed at him. At one point he even said that I owed him an apology for being late yesterday. I thought that was a really weird thing to ask. I've never been told I owe an apology for being late, but I said," alright, I'm sorry that I was late." Seemed weird, but I thought, yea, I was late, so I apologized. I really wanted to tell him to lick my nuts, and it just may happen soon. I try to be good, but it's like he goes out of his way to make it difficult. It really gets on my nerves a lot, but not much I can do with a nut. I've thought about making a complaint about harassment, but I don't like rocking the boat, but if it keeps on I just may have to do that. Anyway, my arm is pretty sore from the infection. They should have given me some antibiotics to follow up after I left the hospital. The infection started comming back. This time it's on my forearm. It got pretty big, but I didn't want to say anything at work because they would send me home. I did go to the Dr's tho yesterday and he gave me some antibiotics to take for ten days, I squeezed it last night, trying to get it to come to a head. It worked and today I was able to break it so that it can drain. I think it will be alright in a couple of days with the antibiotics. Really starting to worry me a bit. Everytime I see a Dr they ask if I'm diabetic. It just might be that. I was supposed to go and have a test done awhile ago, but as usual I put it off because I would miss work. I'm going to have to get it done, because this just isn't right. In the past while I've been getting to many infections, so something is wrong. I read a bit about diabetes. They say alcoholics develope it a lot in their forty's, and well, I'm there. Aside from that I've been helping this old guy I know that has a chip wagon. It's alright. I'm cleaning the whole place so they can open for the season. He said he wants me to work there on the weekends this year. That would be really good. He pays cash, and for two days I could make close to two hundred bucks. That's real good. I like it there to because nobody bugs me. I like cooking and dealing with the people and it's not like a job really. I find it very nice because I have the freedom to do what I know how to do. I like that, and he's not too bad either. Has a lot of filthy talk that I don't like, but I usually only stay as long as I can take it. When I've had enough I just go. Right now I find it helps me to get the other place of my mind. You can have fun there. So things seem to be going good. I'm pretty happy, except with the other job, but I need the money. Sheldon is supposed to come tomorow to stay here. If things work out, that would really be good. I always found him a little bit off, and not really my cup of tea, but he's not bad. I'm thinking that we could both help each other out. He has a three year old boy, which I think I would really like. Might even take some of the hurt away from not seeing my own kids. I could give what I can't give to my own kids. Sheldon doesn't drink or do drugs, and I'm sure he's not into porn. If he is, that's not happening again here. I want my home right. I don't want things that make me feel bad going on in here. Tim phoned today and left a message. Sounds like he misses me, but hopefully he's getting the help he needs. Anyway, it's late and I have a lot to do tomorow. I got work and after still need to do a lot of cleaning at the other place, and Jimmy needs some lovin before I sleep. I'm so glad now to have him. He really is a treasure. So lovable. Makes it so nice to come home to. Thank you Lord for everything your doing, and thank you that that depression has been lifted. I'm so happy for that. Amen.