I am eating real New York pizza, chocolate and red licorice. Ooops. Something is up.

A good friend accidentally hurt me (not knowing it, I know, but it still stung) at church and so I left and ate my pain away.

I thank God for Dr. Hayes and the job opportunity. I can’t imagine how I am going to get home with my stuff or how I will afford it after the work junk—but I am ready.

He is my old friend, the Doc. It was so good to talk to him—and you know what? It was like not a day had passed. That is always the sign of good friendship.

I have TWO U-Hauls booked now—one from North Hollywood to Dallas and one from North Hollywood to League City (South of Houston where Dr Hayes is). But I just wish I knew what I was doing in the meantime—now I am going to book my storage unit for the time I am living in the guest house here.