We’re at the hotel now and Tom left for work a little while ago.

In 15 minutes I plan to watch my 1st movie of the century since it’s quiet enough around here for that. It’s about Laura Ingalls’s true-life story (the woman portrayed in one of my favorite TV series of the 70s - Little House on the Prairie). It’ll be interesting to see if this decade’s gonna have childbirth in 90% of the shows, movies, and commercials, and I’ll bet it will. Just a gut feeling, I guess. I’m so sick of TV’s drugs, sex, and childbirth, though!

As for me? What will this decade hold? A continuance of having to listen to other people’s noise? I’m afraid so. Call it ESP, call it a gut feeling, call it anything, but I still firmly believe our area will build up and get noisy just as soon as we get settled in.

But what if I’m wrong? If I’m wrong, what will my new ongoing curse be? I still get the feeling of something bad to come sometime this year, but I don’t know what.

My vibes say Tom’s wrong about this week being our last week of having to stay in hotels, but what a surprise, huh?

I typed up both journals and part of the 16 pages I had in #77. Soon I’ll type up the notebook pages. I’ve typed approximately 70 pages on the computer.

I know how shy and private Tom is so I tore out personal pages, then threw the rest in a manila envelope for Paula. There were 10 pieces of paper, which I originally planned to split between the freeloaders and H’s, but naturally, I’d have had to mail them from here. I didn’t have any stamps or envelopes, though, so I asked Teresa for some. She said she couldn’t give me stamps but could give me envelopes, although they’d have the hotel’s return address on them. No thanks, I told her, which was good cuz I found a better place for them.

Later...

The hotel’s 42% full and no one’s next to, across, or under us. Teresa said to hope we don’t have to spend too much of January here cuz that’s high season. That’s not comforting to know.

Can you believe our room cost 70 fucking bucks? I’m gonna kill Steven and Dan! I really am. They’ve raised the rates now that the holidays are over. We’ve lost so much time and money to these fucked up cocks! I swear they will get theirs! Aside from any mail I may send them or any punches I may afflict upon them, we’re trying very hard to reach a settlement with them we all can agree on and avoid court. There are enough warped judges out there who could rule against all parties involved. This may mean that Steven, Dan, and the others didn’t get their money which would be great, but it could also mean we could lose the house and Palm Harbor could take it back. Then I’d really have people to kill! Fine. I’m all for skipping court. You know I don’t believe in having others fight my battles for me, anyhow. I want to deal directly with those who’ve fucked us over. I want to kick their asses and have their business licenses pulled.

As I was saying earlier about the better place I found for my personal pages, well, I’m leaving them in the room in a place they won’t be discovered in for a long, long time. See, the box spring’s affixed to a box that’s sort of affixed to the floor. There’s a slight gap between the box and the box spring. You can’t see the pages I slipped in there and I couldn’t retrieve them if I wanted to cuz it’d be virtually impossible to get the box spring off the little box it sits on. A box may not be the correct word for it. It’s more like the walls of a sandbox, a pedestal perhaps? I’ll stick pages in my notebook in there too, once they’re typed up.

Tracy’s still here. This time it was her turn to ask me when I’d be done with the machines. I was just finishing up with the laundry at that time.

Maybe, just maybe, things are gonna change on TV this new decade after all. Although it’s only two days into the new decade, there wasn’t one bit of the usual shit on TV that I’m so incredibly sick of. I hesitated to watch the Laura Ingalls movie cuz I needed a new subject to watch on TV for a change. A decade of the same old topics has bored me to death. Oh, I got new topics, all right! The movie was so boring. There were no drugs, sex, or childbirth, but I didn’t expect a movie all about blizzards in 1881 and crops gone bad, but hey, it was different for a change. I couldn’t get myself to sit through the whole thing, though.

Now I know who “Raymond” is. Remember I mentioned that in one of my calls to Andy, he said, “Everybody loves Raymond?” Well, Everybody Loves Raymond is a new TV show.

Back to my book till bedtime. One more thing first - I never did hear any music yesterday, even though we didn’t shut down the generator till 9:30. Also, no gunfire woke me up this morning as I expected.

Later...

It’s a little hard to concentrate on reading right now cuz all I can think about is all the money we’ve lost, thanks to Steven and Dan, and how much I want to beat the living snot out of them!

The inspector’s “supposed” to come back tomorrow. Tom says there’ll be no problem when he comes back, but I know better. We’ll have yet something else we’ll have to do before it can be inspected.

I’m so stressed and PO’d right now!