I’m in the trailer for the night and Tom’s asleep in the house till he has to get up for work.

The well drillers were out today. They arrived right before we did and found the rig’s battery dead, so Tom jumped it.

Again, I’m not kidding when I say that something does not want us to live here. They drilled down to 660’ and still no water. I guess the only reason they hit water at 545’ was simply that they hit an isolated pocket of water. I feel so fucking teased with this house! First, something up there had to tease me with when the house would even get here, then I had to miss out on seeing the house arrive, and now this!

I’ve already resigned myself to the fact that my life on the road is going to exist for a while longer. I see no end in sight too soon. And I once wanted to be a traveling singer! Ugh! The only sense of normalcy and my old life I’m getting is during all the hours I’m spending on the computer. I’ve already typed up the first page.

Sunday morning wasn’t very pleasant here. I woke up at 6:00 to go pee and spoke to Tom after I heard him rummaging around in the car. I had just fallen back asleep when every Goddamn dog within a ten-mile radius decided to go off, and our local cocks decided to get trigger-happy. I hate these weekend shoot-outs. The dogs are barely audible in the house, but the gunfire isn’t, and I’m not gonna get any sleep in my own home on weekends! I could if I slept with the box fan, but I don’t want to sleep with that particular fan. I want to sleep with the other one. I hate being controlled in my own home by strangers, and I refuse to be. I don’t even know these people and I’ll be damned if I’m forced to accommodate these assholes. After all the shit we went through and are still going through to live here, I’ll kill anyone who tangles with me out here.

I spoke to a certain black bitch that tangled with me once upon a time in Phoenix. I got her number from the computer and was surprised to find her even available. I thought she’d be out of town.

Anyway, she answered, and I started off by asking if she got my mail. I didn’t get the reaction I expected, so I don’t know if that’s good or bad. I mean, I expected her to go off on me instantly. Not act like she didn’t have a clue about it, but hey, there are no guarantees that she ever did get my mail. I’m still hoping that she did and was just caught off guard by my call.

So then I asked if she knew who I was and she said no. My next question brought an instant hung-up, rather than the fit I thought she’d fly right into. I asked if she got any mail from an old neighbor. Then I called back and got her machine, as I hoped to at that point, and told her just what I thought of her. After a few minutes, I made another call where she hung right up, then my last call where I left my final piece of mind on her machine.

It’s a damn good thing I didn’t call all night long too, over and over, cuz it was a long-distance call and I didn’t even know it till Tom asked me about it (it was on the hotel receipt)! I denied knowing anything about it and he told the front desk we never made the call which they “say” they’ll remove.

I didn’t know it was long distance cuz of this screwy new system they’ve got where Phoenix now has a zillion area codes. Sometimes you don’t know if it’s long-distance cuz for both local calls and long-distance you have to dial the area code before the number. They needed to create 10-digit numbers cuz they ran out of numbers.

We got everything out of mini storage yesterday, so now we have nothing stored anywhere.