I got up at noon today and found Tom already up. He had slept from 6:00-11:00. Around 1:00, we headed out. It was nice not having to wait till he charged up the car. He fixed that problem, and of course, there’ll be another problem before a week or two is up. I can’t believe the well’s gone two weeks without being a problem, but it’s only a matter of time. Anyway, we went to a scrap metal junkyard in the center of Maricopa and got a 55-gallon metal burn drum. Like most days, today was too windy to do any burning, but I got some junk cleaned out of the car and put it in the drum for burning on a calmer day.

After picking up the drum, we headed down the street to Circle K but didn’t see Jennifer. This is because I decided she wasn’t worth waiting for. I wanted to leave earlier than her shift was due to start. I grabbed some Tic Tacs, some watermelon lip balm, and a few losing lottery tickets. Meanwhile, their cappuccino machine is still fucking broken.

Our last stop was at Dairy Queen. The original plan upon coming home was that I was going to do the animal’s cages, take a shower, and then we’d screw (or “try” to) before he crashed around 6:00 till he had to get up for work. Well, I did the animals and I showered, but he fell asleep long before 6:00. He conked out around 3:00, so he’s been out for three hours. There’s no avoiding the inevitable, though. We’ll have our bullshit bed ritual. What’ll it be tonight? Will he be too soft and not in the mood to go in there? Or in the mood for a cumless screw? Again I suggested some kind of sex aid like a stimulant that expands the blood vessels, but he’s not interested. He’s perfectly content the way he is and it’s what he wants. He’s stubbornly dead-set against cumming.

Still haven’t heard from Dan, and it’s been amazingly quiet in the sky. There’s been a couple of times I thought I heard or felt a boom, but I couldn’t say for sure.

He changed my online setup so I only have one icon and have more options for getting places online. He has the page that first comes up give me the local weather and current temperature, as well as my horoscope. He has the same thing on his and was telling me in the car today that I’d agree with his horoscope. He said it told him not to worry so much about neighbors and to just live his life. That’s what I’ve always told him. He’s too neighbor-conscious. Almost like he worships them and puts them on pedestals or something. He was paranoid the other day about the smoke bothering neighbors, but they burn trash, too. Also, if it bothers anyone, all they have to do is shut their fucking doors and windows. I remember once when the Mormons were next to us in Phoenix, I shut the front door as they came out to scream up a storm in the driveway, and he looked at me as if to say, that was rude, closing the door on them, and I was like, to what do I owe these people the honor of keeping the door open? Pretty much none of the neighbors I’ve ever had gave a damn about me and believe me, I don’t give a damn about them. Until the freeloaders get out here and force me to be a part of their lives, I don’t want a damn thing to do with any neighbors. I don’t want to know they exist, and when I’m made to know they exist, they’ll be very sorry they ever did. Out here I’m not gonna stand for anyone’s shit like I did in Phoenix, and I don’t care what Tom or the pigs have to say about it. I’ll live my life the way I see fit and do what I’ve got to do.