Never again will I go out on weekends! Especially when it’s so close to Christmas. The traffic and crowds were horrendous! At least something good came out of it - a new computer desk! It’s a great 3-piece deal for just $150. We thought I’d have to spend a good $250 or so on anything decent.

Let me go in order of events, though. I slept till around 10:00 today, then we were off to the grocery store for a few non-perishable items, then to Staples. This Staples didn’t have this model in whitewash, so the guy called another Staples 15 minutes away and had one reserved for us. The first Staples was offering a free chair with that model. I told Tom I’d still settle for light brown so we didn’t have to be out running around all day, but he said it’d be no problem going to this other Staples. No trouble my ass! The fucking parking lot was a total nightmare and the hordes of people we horrid! It took forever to get there, then to park, then to get the damn desk and the chair too, since this store tried claiming they knew nothing about it. Then after two salesclerks were on the phone with the Staples we came from for an eternity, we finally got the damn desk and chair.

Then it was off to fight tooth and nail to get out of the parking lot. This one smart-ass cock was walking so slow in front of the car, pissing me off, and getting pissed off doing it, that I was prepared to fight if need be and I didn’t give a fuck how big he was. The fortunate little shit walked away, though, without provoking me and forcing me to kick ass. Lucky little bastard!

We also went to a sporting store where Tom ran in to get toilet chemicals while I sat in the car. It took him forever.

We grabbed me some Chinese take-out, got some gas, then we finally came back to the house.

The computer desk has a printer and a file cart. It’s great and I have good space, too. All the more it’ll inspire me to write. We put it together using a super bright halogen light run by the generator.

Later...

Well, we’re getting a little taste of the city now. God just won’t let me live in peace. I just have to listen to other people’s shit.

When I first heard the music I automatically thought - here we go. The renters are ready to announce themselves and make their presence known. We drove by them today. Although there are curtains in the window of the one closest to us, it still looks deserted. We didn’t see any people, but there was an old, Mexican-looking car by the other one with a big dog chained in front that may’ve been a St. Bernard.

It wasn’t the renter’s music, though. It’s coming from the north, opposite next door. It sounded like it may’ve been country music, and it was coming from a house, not a car. Fortunately, it couldn’t be heard at all in the house. Not till the parties get closer and louder. It was quite a party, though, setting off tons of dogs in the area by it. I thought they weren’t supposed to do this out here! Tom said that people are bound to have parties during the holidays. Yeah, but there are holidays every other week. Can anybody anywhere keep their damn parties to themselves? It may be Saturday night, but isn’t it a little too soon for a Christmas party? I can’t believe this fucking shit, though! Everywhere I go, everywhere, I have to be forced to listen to other people’s noise! It fucking never ends! Even out here I’m gonna have to listen to other people’s music. Why oh why God can’t you just let me live in peace! Why this obsession?! Well, this decade’s not out yet, but it will be soon enough. Then he can decide whether or not to keep sticking people’s noise on me or do something else to me for the next decade.

I’m out in the middle of fucking nowhere yet I still listen to other people’s music! All I hear is bass, though, and I’m really starting to believe it’s a live band. I’ll bet you anything that if we were in that house, God would make sure it was loud enough to hear in there. I can’t hear it with an earplug in the good ear or when the trailer heater runs, so thank God for at least that much, cuz these things certainly would’ve been utterly useless in Phoenix against car stereos.

Still, holidays or not, Saturday night or not, I thought people out here kept their noise for their ears only. They must be renters, and surprisingly, they aren’t scarce around here. I’ve seen lots of signs advertising houses for rent.

Anyway, it doesn’t look like we’ll be getting den tables from Heilig-Meyers cuz they just don’t have any others as cheap as those other ones, and they don’t have a great selection. Since we still have about $50 of credit with them, I’ll at least grab a decoration of some kind.

Speaking of decorations, I picked up 6 new gorgeous pictures at Fred Meyer. They all came to only $50 cuz I bought them frameless. They’re mounted on cardboard and wrapped in plastic.

One may be from some sort of play. It’s called The Accolade, but I never heard of it and don’t know what it means. There is a lady and a man dressed in fancy, old-fashioned clothes, and they seem to be involved in some sort of ceremony. The guy’s kneeling in front of the woman and the woman has a sword lying on the guy’s shoulder. The woman has beautiful long hair, so that’s what attracted me to this picture.

There are two pictures of kids. One is of little girl ballerinas in soft pastel colors and the other is of a boy and girl from behind who are holding hands. “Friends Forever,” it says.

I got a long, skinny picture with puppies amongst pots of purple flowers, a field of purple flowers with a mountain behind it, and another long, skinny one of a beach with palm trees in Tahiti.

I have never written about Janette yet. She’s an older woman who works with Tom and she got in an accident by slamming into a median, so she called Tom to go help her. There was nothing he could really do for her (this was Friday after work), but calm her down till she reoriented herself. The poor woman’s airbag came out and bonked her upside the head, her motor fell out to the ground, and now her insurance rates will go up.

Well, I want to listen to my music now, so I’m gonna unplug and see if they’re still carrying on.

Later...

From the sound of it, they’ve shut up for the night. I took my Melatonin for the night and will be crashing soon. Tom, of course, is crashing in the house. He can stand to sleep in the house under a blanket, and all he has to do to pee is whip it out and squirt it out the door. He doesn’t need any toilet paper. I’m glad he can deal with sleeping over there with no problem since that way I can be free of his shaking the trailer and since I prefer easier access to toilets.

They left their well drilling rig here over the weekend, so I hope that means they’ll be in a hurry to get out here Monday and finish the job so they can take the rig back.

Tom was pretty nervous for a while before they hit water as they did at 545’. The guy said he brought enough piping for 680’ and that on Hidden Valley Road, right around the corner, he had to drill 785’ before hitting water! That’s deep.