Thursday, September 20, 1984

Today was a routine workday at Ruth's and Alma's. Ruth was Ruth and Alma was her zany, child-like self. Alma is extremely affectionate. Alma and I crawled on the living room floor together. She told me that I didn't have any brains, and then she told me that I didn't have any shoes. We both laughed. I had taken off my shoes to romp on the floor with her; I don't know what I didn't with my brains. Alma's always holding my hand, patting me on the ass or other loving gestures. Because Alma is so child-like, I hug her a lot, nuzzle her neck with my chin, pat her on the back or hand and tease her a great deal. I really like Alma, although she is very mentally ill.

When I went home to work on the bath shower and tub wall, I discovered another place in the wall that needed to have new wallboard fitted and cemented in place. I refilled around the window with wallboard cement. The bathroom will be my project this weekend and next week, or until I get it done. Draining the pool will have to wait.

I get depressed when I go home, because Greg hasn't cleaned anything since I started working, and the house is a disaster again, but this time, I don't have the time to clean it. I hate having roommates, especially dirty ones. The money I save a month by cheating on income is small potatoes in comparison to the tax breaks wealthy individuals get.