We’ve revised our plans a bit and have decided to go to California early on Sunday, then head over to Laughlin on Monday, then return on Tuesday. This is cuz of all the times I receive packages, the packages would probably come when we were originally gonna go from Thursday to Saturday, and the freeloaders would probably steal them. Or one of their sick associates would. I don’t know how the hell I’m gonna work my schedule out for this, though. I prayed to God, who seems to have no problem with granting my sleep wishes these days, so hopefully it’ll work out. Tom said it’d be no problem due to the excitement of the whole ordeal. Well, I don’t know if I’m as excited as I would be if this was my first time in California and if I didn’t mind traveling and hard hotel beds. I’m hoping, though, that I can get lucky twice in a row and do the nap thing again so I can throw my schedule like I did before seeing Melanie.

Another strange twist as far as the freeloaders go. He left at 7:30 AM, his typical time to leave for work. It doesn’t usually come back till around 4 PM, but not this time. This time it came back at 9:30 and left at 10:00. Then it came back at 11:00, left a bit later, then as I was falling asleep, I thought I heard it return around noon. All I saw (besides hearing car doors) was the kid sitting in its stroller, then some tall short-haired black woman dressed up nicely, but conservatively. I’ve never known him to be in and out like that on a weekday. That’s his weekend thing. If that doesn’t sound like they’re hauling shit in or out, I don’t know what does. Wherever they’re hauling to or from, though, obviously can’t be far away.

Later… 

The pool’s virtually all filled up. Just a few more inches to go.

Today’s not a dump day for me, but tomorrow I’ll take that shit. I seem to go every other day now. No wonder I can’t lose weight, but God will do whatever he has to to keep me heavy. I’m glad, though, that I gave up the diet roller coaster. Not just cuz it’s hopeless, but cuz it was driving me crazy. Now I’m more relaxed.

Tom was going through some stuff stored in his little room off the back room and came across something really neat. It’s this stick you bend that breaks a glass tube inside it and that lights up. Some chemical reaction, I guess. We used to play with these as kids at the beach.

Jesus fucking Christ! The freeloader just banged in really, really loud. The nerve of this fucking freeloader! I swear I’m gonna make this freeloader’s life miserable and tonight it’s not getting no sleep whatsoever!

Later…

I just went out for a banging round and I’m gonna do this every hour till Tom gets up. I could kill this fucker! Why won’t he just leave me the fuck alone! Tom said there wasn’t a sound from over there all day but I knew it was just a matter of time. Tomorrow’s Easter and I’ve never known them to act up on Easter, but we’ll see. Each time he lays into me with the music like that, I’ll be anything but peaceful myself.

Tom was saying that the place was lit up at 1:00 or 2:00 in the morning, something she does when he’s not there. But he has been there. We’ve seen his Jeep. Maybe the reason the place has been lit up that late is cuz of me. Maybe it makes them feel more comfortable with me around, but I swear! It’s just a matter of time and I’m gonna kick the living shit out of him for the two years of hell and stress he’s put me through. This isn’t an I’m-going-somewhere-for-a-while blast-off, either. Neither one of them is going anywhere, but if this is how he wants to play it, then he’s gonna have to hear me too, cuz I’m fixing to drag one of the speakers out there at night and let them listen to my music all night long.

Oh, how I wish that black bitch would come to my door right now! Oh, please God, send her here! I’m so pissed off now that I can’t even write.