I did an experiment yesterday and switched from Albuterol back to Primatene and it seemed to help me get to sleep more easily. The Albuterol makes me more jittery so that may be why. Maybe I’ll stick with the Primatene for a while. It was still hard to get up after barely 8 hours of sleep, and I was like – you fucking freeloaders! Fucking freeloaders! Get out of my life! I just want to fucking put them behind me where they belong and get on with my goddamn life – aaaarrrrgggghhh!!!!

Anyway, the good news is that I’m losing weight without even trying. Lately, I’ve had no willpower whatsoever to keep my calorie intake down to 1000 calories, give or take 100. I’m still working out every day, rowing for 3-5 minutes, and doing 15-20 minutes of exercises. Actually, I’d say I’m having an easier time keeping my weight down than I’ve had at losing it. I’m 112½ pounds. Will I get down to 110? I don’t know. I haven’t had any dreams or premonitions saying I will, but my logic says I will. Or at least my wishful thinking does. As I said earlier, though, this may be it. I may not lose any more weight/inches from here on out.

There is one thing I did vibe that happened; the renters blasted off last night. I wouldn’t have known they did without my turning the fans off to listen to what was going on around me. Now, I can’t swear it was them, but it probably was. This was just before 10 PM. Dan’s place was pitch black all night. Again, this is out of character for him when he’s home. When he’s home at night, and inside the house, a window is aglow with light. Back to the renters – I got a distinct feeling last weekend that these people would blast off every weekend, and it goes with my vibes that told me there’d eventually be music from back there. I’m just glad it’s weekly country music, rather than daily Mexican or rap music, but give it time. Just give it time and we’ll have a whole shitload of freeloaders back there, home all day and night with nothing better to do than blast music and harass their neighbors. Anyway, you can hear the beats with no fans on, and I can live with that even though I shouldn’t have to. No one should be forced to listen to other people’s music within their own homes, be it in the city or rural areas. It’s a sick sad thing, but there’s nothing anyone can do about it. Someday, we’ll wish these kinds of stereos still existed, that’s how much louder they’ll keep getting.

When Tom was out burning at 7:00 this morning, he said he saw the renters zipping up and down their property and alongside Dan’s on the motorcycle. That early?! I suppose I shouldn’t be surprised, but what would they be out that early on a motorcycle for? Trying to wake up those late Sunday sleepers? Probably so. Tom said he got the impression they were working on the thing, the way they’d try it out, then seem to make some sort of adjustment to it. I think they’re trying to draw attention to them and their place, or else they’d be riding on the roads.

Later...

Earlier, I thought I saw Dan walking around his property, but I can’t be sure. I think it might’ve been him cuz of what he was wearing, and why he’s being so quiet beats me. Maybe that music I heard last night was his, although he never usually sits and listens to it in total darkness. When he blasts off, he’s outside with the place lit up. Anyway, he was wearing a white T-shirt and a white cap. I swear – every time I see this guy, that’s what he’s wearing. Does he own no other outfits? Or are all his shirts white?

Tom helped me get eardrops in the bad ear. I had to have his help because that ear is now totally deaf and I couldn’t tell when the canal was full. I can tell in the other one, cuz sounds get softer as it fills up. He looked in it and said there was a bunch of dead skin, so that may be blocking the canal, but I don’t know. I think I’m deaf in that ear and have been for some time now. No big deal. That’s all I knew for 29 years.

We watched TV together, read together, and did things on our own; he raced his car on the computer and I sang. I listened to music, played with Houdini, took a shower, did a little load of laundry after Tom got his work clothes dirty in applying the car’s final epoxy treatment, and now I’m writing. I don’t expect I’ll have anything more to say today, other than to write about tonight’s music, but I can do that tomorrow. I don’t expect we’ll screw today, either. Couples who aren’t really into that tend to put it off till the last minute, and this weekend, the last minute is tomorrow evening. So, I guess I’m gonna shut down early today. I’ll go read one of the two Robin Cook books I think I might like, cuz I finished my third John Sandford book, and hope to hell I like it, cuz I don’t know how soon I can get to a bookstore.