Nothing broke today, but I didn’t appreciate the sonic booms waking me up at 9:45 this morning like they did. I come all the way to this remote area just to still have my sleep at risk. I tell you, the curse that was put on my sleep in 1992 will never be reversed. So God’s supplemented my loss of bangers for boomers, huh? Well, as much as it pisses me off to be controlled by outside forces and to see God allowing it to happen, there is a bright side to it. First of all, it’s obvious that for some reason, which can only be due to my book, as much as I can’t see God letting me do what I want with my life for a change, something still wants me on a schedule. I mean, if they’re gonna be booming around 2-3 times a week, there’s no way I could just let my schedule go naturally where it wants to without being woke up anyway. Again, I’m not sure why it wants me on a schedule nowadays, but I can only guess. It was obvious when we left Phoenix why I was meant to be on a schedule then. It knew I couldn’t handle the move/trailers/hotels on a crazy schedule, so it had to give me the strength I lacked for over a decade, along with the melanin’s help. Then there’s also the fact that I don’t exactly want to go back to my old ways with the wacky schedule. So I won’t see too many sunrises here. No big deal. I’ll have to set my clock for 9:00 every weekday and go to bed around midnight-1 AM, instead of 2 AM-3 AM like I have been lately. Getting up between 10 AM-noon just won’t cut it with these things ruling the sky. Weekends might be different. As far as I know, they don’t do training on weekends, so I won’t set my alarm then. I don’t know if their schedule will fluctuate. I mean, they’d never make their schedule public so that other countries can’t watch what they do and learn the military’s ways of defense, so wouldn’t this mean their schedule would fluctuate to throw spies off? So far, they only seem to fly 2-3 times a week between the hours of 9 AM-noon. Is this a new thing? I mean, is this particular route a new thing that began as soon as we moved into the house? I wouldn’t be surprised if it was. I said we’d hear more and more things as we got into the house, and I find it awfully hard to believe they were on vacation for that long. I can see them taking a week off around Christmas, but all of November and all of December? I didn’t even hear them when we first got out here towards the end of October. I’m not saying the military’s out to get me and that this is all because of me, but I’m sure God factored in my moving here into his allowing this route to exist. Do you think that house next to us in Phoenix would’ve become a city-owned house if I weren’t next door to it? Somehow, I highly doubt it. I just highly doubt it. That reminds me - what if those bitches were white? What would Mr. Bias have done then? I’d still feel the same way about them for harassing me with noise just because they were white and I’d have still sent them a letter letting them know it, too. So who would have come out to waste time and gas to drag me in to discuss it then? Someone from the nasty letters unit?

Anyway, back to the schedule - I kind of don’t want to go back to my old ways, even if I could sleep with no problem, because then I’d have the problem I had before where our schedules would clash and it’d be hard on him to try to adapt to my schedule, and where it made going out hard. The same thing is available to me during the day that’s available to me at night, only more. In the daytime, I have visibility for if I want to go outside.

Mondays are going to be my day to get out of the house and go to Circle K (we can also go to other places if we want) for my favorite white caramel coffee and our lottery tickets (not to mention seeing Jennifer). It’s a waste of time, I know since we’re not destined to win anything bigger than a few bucks. Certainly no more than a hundred bucks, if even that. There are two games we play. The smiley face game is where you try to scratch three of the same numbers, or two of the same numbers and a smiling face. And the maze game which is pretty cool.

Another stress-free, freeloader-free weekend - yes! Oh, I’m not saying I won’t hear from Dan this weekend, our little lonely boy. Unless his boyfriend comes to visit, he may want us to listen to music with him or hear his engines. I’ll take it over a herd of assholes and their music just three feet away. I’d bet my dolls on the fact that those Mexicans, or at least their mistakes, are out running around right now in front. Then again, who knows? I still think they may have settled down upon my moving, unless God wants the H’s to be cursed with noise, too. Even if he did, though, would they mind? Probably not, or else it wouldn’t be considered a curse. I don’t know them well enough to judge, but I have a feeling they wouldn’t mind nearly as much as I did. The only other thing I’ve heard so far is just our typical distant late-night shoot-outs with the coyotes or whatever the hell they’re shooting at. It’d be way louder in the trailer.

Sex last night wasn’t shitty, but it was typical. The better kind of typical, though. I didn’t have to do any work. I got to just lay there and be lazy. He lay humping himself against me for a while, and then we screwed. I knew he wouldn’t cum, though, at this time of month and it was obvious by the slow, controlled way of his movements that he was working at restraining himself. Whatever turns him on!