Today is Turkey Day. I have not eaten a bite. Thanks Rhonda. Thanks a whole lot. One upside on my almost over-dose is, that John is now talking to me. He made me swear to never take, shoot up, swallow, or snort anything Rhonda gives me. I told Janice that I thought I had the stomach food, so she made up a plate for me for later. I love her. John has been here almost all day, and I can't say I don't like it. We watched a movie called Underworld, about vampires and junk. It was pretty good. They said that John's dad's death was suicide, and wont try to investigate. I have never seen him so mad.