[Amy is writing today’s entry.]

 Number of kids I want: 5

Number of kids Scott wants: 2

I am so exhausted. I just saw Scott dancing naked with his socks on in the living room. VERY appealing. I cannot remember when I have been so exhausted. I have been working a stretch at work taking care of “Homer Simpson.” Homer has bright yellow skin with a huge belly to match. He might be ok except he drinks too much. His sister comes to visit him and she is also a drinker and smoker because I can smell it on her and I know she’s a smoker because of her raspy voice/wet cough every time she asks me about her brother. I’m thinking she’s working herself into the same situation.

Today I found out that one of the female residents’ lost her husband in a plane crash a few days ago. I was very shocked. It just made me realize all the people that I love and care about and to appreciate everything I have especially on days like this. I can’t even begin to imagine what she is going through at this very second. Scott and I are so much in love and lust that we feel invincible together.

I want to go get a massage but I’m not going back to the same massage girl I went to last time. She asked me what I did and I made the mistake of telling her I was an RN. I paid for an hour massage and she talked the whole time. She told me how her young sister died in the hospital and it was the nurse’s fault. Great.

I was freaked out for the second time of my innocent life when I saw the LIGER’s penis. I didn’t even know he had one. I was walking out of the bathroom and the LIGER had his hind leg up as he normally would licking and chewing his feet. I saw a tiny, red, shiny protuberance the size of a thumbtack needle for two seconds, then it disappeared as he moved. The other time was with our dog Wolf a long time ago. He was sitting in the car and I thought he bit himself or ripped his fur off and I’d have to take him to the vet.

I wish I weren’t so tired so I can have some good sex. I have the desire but no ability. This writing probably reads like shit because I’m so exhausted.

I see people die all the time in the hospital. Patients know when they are going to die. They usually tell me they have a bad feeling or that they literally feel like they are going to die. (That is if they are able to talk.) Sometimes I wonder what will happen to me after I die. Will I know that I have died? Will I go to a wonderful new world or “heaven”? Will I or my mind/spirit/conscience know that my body is lying in the ground? I don’t think about death too much, just once in a while. I hope there is a perfect place for us to look forward to. I also wonder if our living life is greater or shorter than our nonliving self? Will I be alive longer or dead longer? I know I will live around 90 years but how many years will I be dead? Will I know that I am dead?