I’ve had the windows open all morning. It’s nice and cool out there. By 3:00 in the afternoon, though, it’ll be pretty warm.

Scot hasn’t shown up this week and I’ll be surprised if he doesn’t today. Who knows, though? Maybe he won’t come till next week.

For the millionth, trillionth time - I just wish these fucking freeloaders would get out of my life!!! Oh, the stress they put me through as far as my schedule goes! I’m so fucking sick of having to base my schedule on them. I still don’t understand how they could legally be allowed to take over my life the way they have. I haven’t gone more than one week straight without having appointments cuz of them. It still blows my mind how they can shit on me like they did from a few feet apart, only to end up shitting on me a million times more with many miles put between us. It just makes no sense. We moved to get away from them and others just like them, so how can it be that they’ve seized control of my life to the degree that they have? They didn’t cost me half a year of my life from 3 feet away. They didn’t cost me $40 from 3 feet away. They didn’t cause me so many appointments from 3 feet away. I just don’t get it. It’s like God used them as the final straw to punish me for everything I ever did wrong in my whole, entire life and then some.

Helen said that they don’t give a moment’s thought to me, but I don’t know. They gave an awful lot of thought into fucking me over. Every day they thought of me when they’d slam their doors, blast their music, put their dog outside our windows, etc. They do more than think of me, they’re obsessed with me. You can’t tell me there’s a day that goes by that they don’t gloat over getting me thrown in jail.

Anyway, tomorrow I have to report to Scot. Meanwhile, I can have this day to myself. All I have to do for the freeloaders today is try to stay up as late as I can and sleep as late as I can when I do fall asleep.

Tom said that it crossed his mind that Teddy Bear may send a Christmas card, even if she is still dedicated to waiting a year before seeing me. I wondered this myself; if she would. That’d be so nice! I’d love a card from her and I’d really love a picture, too!