I guess now I can’t even have any peace at night. First I thought someone was outside chatting with Bob and Virginia, but they were asleep since it was after 10:30 last night. When I opened the front door I realized it wasn’t anyone outside chatting but the house across from them blasting their TV. They’ve blasted TVs and music in the summer, but this is the first time I’ve heard them at this time of year. They probably had a window open but in this chilly weather? WTF?

Burke and Dumbo are enjoying their freedom while I write. One’s climbing the Bowflex while the other climbs the bookcase. Simon, as usual, prefers the comfort of home.

Slept pretty shitty. There was a power failure, but surprisingly enough, it didn’t wake me up as the sound machine automatically shut off. This is because, as Tom later told me, the power was only out for a few seconds, so the fan and air cleaner would have resumed right away, masking some sounds.

An hour later I woke up to pee and I knew something was wrong. It took my brain a few seconds to realize the power had been off because the sound machine doesn’t come back on with the power. It has to manually be turned back on. Traffic wakes me up with or without it, and it did… twice. I know I’ve said it a million times, but I am so fucking sick of this traffic! Never again will I sleep so close to a busy street!

And oh, the nightmares. I can’t understand for the life of me why I have so many negative dreams. Everything in my life is going great. The only bad thing going on right now besides Tom injuring his back is that he has a really bad sore throat today. He doesn’t feel like he has a cold, though. He doesn’t have any fever, body aches or congestion. I knew something was up with him because the only time he’s not quiet is in the car. But he hardly said a word when we were out earlier, slowed down by slow drivers, as always.

So then why so many bad dreams? I just don’t get it. Tom went crazy in one dream, swearing at me and making like he wanted to kill me. This is a guy who rarely even uses the word “damn.” LOL

Then I was in jail for six months, realizing as I was about to be discharged that I had served a total of a year. A woman who might’ve worked in the jail was writing something in a private file. I peered over her shoulder and saw that someone had written that I was very intelligent. I asked the woman if we could get together on the outside and she said no, but that she would if she could. I think it was my dad that picked me up from jail.

Then I dreamed we had another power failure while inside some house with a door I was having trouble closing. I looked out one of its windows and across a driveway to what my dream self knew to be Jesse’s house. A potted flower hung just outside the window.

Anyway, knowing that these big old boobies aren’t going to be going on no shrinkathon anytime soon, I decided they should have a slightly bigger and more comfortable cage. So I’m waiting on a couple of new black and gray sports bras direct from Champion. Would’ve preferred something more colorful, but that’s all they had for these crisscross cami bras, along with white.

Decided to get a few treats while ordering the groceries, and one of those treats included Bodycology’s Sweet Love body mist. It’s lovely but smells an awful lot like a couple of other body mists I already have.

I also got Violet Volt lipstick. It’s a little dark but still nice.

So glad to have my Herbal Essence shampoo back instead of that TRESemme crap. I ran out of Herbal Essence so I used it as a backup. Definitely not good for oily scalps. The stuff feels heavy and greasy and doesn’t quite leave my scalp feeling clean.

No matter how much money we do or don’t have, it’s always nice to go to the dollar store every now and then, and we did this afternoon. Except for with pots and pans that you don’t want to scratch, I hate plastic utensils as opposed to metal ones because the plastic ones bend so easily. So I got a few metal ones, along with some pretty and colorful potholders to replace the ones we’ve had for nearly 20 years, plus an oven mitt. I also got a square rainbow wind spinner and a colorful peacock with a hot pink bell dangling from it. $7 well spent.

The Twenties are still gone. I checked out their Facebook pages to see if I could get a sense of where they might be, but there haven’t been any updates since their last vacation to Yellowstone six months ago. I wonder if something bad happened to either someone they know or to them personally since people don’t usually vacation every six months. I hope not. They’re nice people. Ray was doing something at the side of their place the other day, but I didn’t stop to ask him because I’m not only not that curious, but there’s something about him that I never really liked. We exchange polite hellos and that’s pretty much it.

Now, why must all of Geri’s company have loud vehicles? Nothing’s as loud as that fucking Firebird, though. I swear I just want to smash it to smithereens! Someone, please total the damn thing, please! It’s 8 pm, yet I know I’m going to hear it again tonight.

Oh, come on! Her fucking company just drove its loud-ass car out of here after visiting a while, and now it’s back just a few minutes later. Wait, now it’s leaving again. Forget something? Just shut up, loud vehicles, will you?! Come on, it’s nighttime now. Let me have some fucking peace! You’re distracting the shit out of me while I’m trying to write.