In the porn industry

Dear Friends:

I’m writing twice in a day! This is unheard-of.

So, I just got back from the gym, which I owned, because nobody else works out around 5pm on a Saturday. When I logged into the machine, it congratulated me on having reached a fitness milestone: I have lifted over half a million pounds since I joined in October. Ha ha! Do you know how many VW beetles that is? Me neither, because I’m too lazy to do the math.

Today, I finished my room. I touched up the paint, put the outlet plates and vents back on the walls, relocated the furniture, took down the old shades and put up new improved ones, hung hooks in the closet, organized my shelves, hung up the artwork I had frames for (there’s a lot I don’t yet), and detangled the snare of wires that runs our home network and provides valuable print and scanning services. Having hooked up the scanner again for Larry’s head shots¹, I also scanned these things just for you:

I carry this in my wallet, as a hopeful reminder.

My student ID. I’m not a student.

It’s probably dumb to be really thrilled about putting up the shades and hooks and such myself, since they involved the use of an electric drill, but it’s something I used to call my dad for help with. Because of woodshop, I am now fearless, and therefore extremely dangerous. I mean, productive! Yeah. A few months ago, I actually met another female person in woodshop, and she said she’d been woodworking for a few years. I asked her if she just used the equipment at the school or if she had tools at home. She said the only thing she owned was a drill. I’m thinking a need a drill, since I’ve been borrowing my dad’s. Luckily, Home Depot is more than happy to sell me one. Maybe tomorrow!

I went to lunch at 3pm with my mother and sister. I love hanging out with my mom at my favorite places, because she’s hysterical. She doesn’t get out of the suburbs much. She exclaims things like, ‘VEGAN BROWN-RICE KRISPIE BARS! WHAT ARE THOSE?’ She talks to all the folks in a very formal way. She yelled at Stephanie and I to quiet down, because people were listening to our conversation. And here I was thinking that was the point.

Because Stephanie has stories to tell me that cannot be overheard by sensitive mother-ears, we’re going out to a movie and dinner tonight. In that order, because it’s a faux pas to get to Luce too early in the evening.

And if I had my camera, I’d post photos of my room, as well as one of Chloe and Cocoa’s fat asses crammed into and overflowing the little dog bed I picked up for G today, since he devoured the last one but quick. That dog’s growing fast because he’s packed full of foam rubber, I think. So maybe photos tomorrow. And that drill.

Time to go!
Jenni