6/01/1999
	OK, so I'm not the "manly man" type of guy. I rarely watch any sports, never go hunting, hardly ever drink beer, and I can't remember the last time I was seen scratching my crotch in public. And now, the fact that I sleep with a stuffed animal, I can safely say that I've a very long way to go to get to being a "manly man". My feelings of jealousy have begun to overwhelm me. I'm left at home alone...nobody home. She always has someone with her. No she can't communicate with him, but he's there. She is not alone. I sit at home alone just daydreaming of what it would feel like to have him moving around in me. I daydream of rocking him to sleep, playing peek-a-boo, and reading a book to him. But I am still alone here. To combat this, I bought a toy dog. I've dressed the dog in a sleeper that we bought the other day and now he sleeps with me. My wife thinks it is cute... I think it is therapy. She wants to name him, but "Dog" will do. It's bad enough that I sleep with a stuffed animal, I'm certainly not gonna sleep with Rover or Rascal!