All’s been quiet at night and even in the days too, that we both know of. No music, amazingly. I guess they really don’t want to go to court any more than I want the hassle of that.

Now that I know that kid’s living there; that must explain the boxes. I wonder why I have never seen him before. And I also wonder how much basketball he’ll play when it cools down. Enough, I’m sure. And if not, others will.

Tom still thinks the city took over that house and that they have subsidized rent. He said the only thing that doesn’t fit, if they were buyers, is the cars they drive compared to the house. The cars are nice, but the house is just an OK house in an OK middle-class neighborhood. Yeah, well, regardless of what does or doesn’t happen while they’re still here, I wish to hell, like never before that they would move. It doesn’t look like this is going to happen, though, but like I said, I’ll deal with any shit they or any other neighbor may dish out to me. Meanwhile, the stress and the anger have subsided, unless they give me a reason to change that. I’d take being depressed over never having a kid any day, over being stressed out about neighbor’s noise. Lately, I haven’t even cared that much one way or the other as far as sex or a kid goes, but I can’t complain about that, either. Last night before work, though, Tom was saying he misses me and hopes to see me when he gets home. Sounds good to me.

Tom made another really cool random screensaver program. There are a couple of problems with it still, but he’ll fix them.

Teddy bear’s now in with Bunny and Spunky and Spunky’s now calling for food. He’s now learned that he can call for food and that plastic rustling means food since the lettuce and carrots are wrapped in plastic. I took some pictures of the 3 of them, too. Spunky really likes T-Bear, since he’s smaller. T-Bear mostly prefers to use the wheel that Spunky won’t use and the little thief packs up some of their food in his pouches and steals it. Then he dumps it out later in his own home.

Right now, Bunny’s sitting on top of the burrow watching me. He’s turned into quite a lap dog, too, what with all the kisses he gives lately.

Later...

Andy’s quite miserable now and I don’t envy him, that’s for sure. Not only is he lonely as the poor guy has been for years and probably always will be, but he still hasn’t found a new car. All these car dealers claim that bankruptcy and bad credit won’t be a problem, yet they won’t give Andy a car and his credit’s fine.

He mainly discussed his favorite thing to discuss - problems with other people. Gossip, gossip, gossip. That’s Andy. But at least he goes to the source first these days. In the past, you’d find out he had a beef with you from someone else before he’d bring it to you and discuss it.

Other than that, he’s sick of the heat, but he agrees with me that it’s been a pleasantly beeless summer. Yes, it has, compared to every other summer I’ve been here.

Andy hears other noises where he lives and hardly ever hears dogs there, but he also agrees with me on the sick way people so cruelly leave their dogs outside 24/7. That’s why with these houses being so close, the idea of neighbor’s noise goes beyond the worry of people screaming, bouncing balls and music. It’s also that I know that if I live next to someone who has a dog that means they live just a few feet away from me every day of every year. He too, knows people who won’t let their dogs in their house. They don’t walk them, they don’t pay attention to them, and they don’t do anything for them. Just store them in their yard, feed them and scoop up their shit. I would think a gun or mace, if not your own fists, would be a better defense against a murderer. If someone broke into next door through the front windows where the dog can’t reach, well, unless they could shoot the person or beat them up, they’re dead anyway, so what’s the point?