Well, Jilly Bean’s husband died. On Thursday, I think. He wasn’t doing well for a long time. I work with her, she’s one of my favorites. Last week or the week before, he went into the hospital. She wasn’t sleeping well last week, and she was worried about him. I told her I loved her, and she said she loved me too. Then on Tuesday of this week, she looked very upset, and she went home early to be with her husband. She wasn’t at work for the rest of the week, so I haven’t seen her since then. Then yesterday, Cindy told me that he died, but she didn’t say when, so I assumed he died Thursday night. I’m going to buy her a card and write a long letter in it. I told Ruth, who’s known her longer than I have, and she said that Jilly Bean would like that.

I’m so nice to everyone, you know that? Maybe that’s why I get hurt. I do it to myself. Like yesterday, Vicki was having a bad day, and I rubbed her back and told her I loved her. She said she loves me too and told me I was special and gave me a hug. See, I’m just so nice to everyone….and all everyone does is take take take and give nothing back. Well, last week I loaned $20 to Vicki and she paid me back. But other than that….well, I guess I just give up. Bye.

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