Yesterday I almost felt like I was back at the old place with all the loud tractors running around here. Because of the detour, while they work on the sewage thing by the clubhouse, the tractors working in the park had to go by our place. It was so loud I could hear it over the sound machine and the whole place was vibrating. Had to stay up later than I wanted to. So I pulled a “my friend might be interested in a place here but may be put off by the construction” thing to find out what’s going on in an email to the office. Well, they should be done with the sewer thing by the end of the week which should cut down the number of tractors going by our place but the bad news is that they’re getting ready to refinish 80% of the roads in the park, and while the south addition is almost done, the west addition could be another two years. In other words, I can plan on the continuation of tractor sounds for quite some time to come. I swear, it’s the same shit no matter where you go! A part of me regrets not getting land somewhere even if the climate couldn’t be this nice.

The stomach pains are back and I’m having slight nausea again but it’s not as noticeable this time around. If I lay on my stomach, it sometimes triggers cramps. I’ll definitely get my doctor’s opinion, assuming I see her in February.

Just had the runs.

Airy did give me my points so now I have just under 200 points. Maybe I’ll get that swimsuit I wanted that was out of stock at some point and blow the rest of my credit in their store. I just hope the suit that’s on its way fits because you can’t return suits. It’s funny because they say you also can’t return lingerie yet they don’t sell lingerie.

He went out yesterday and got some pale pink paint to match the wallpaper so we can touch up any blemishes on the wall before we continue papering.

We also received a new cabinet and it doesn’t look broken even though we haven’t put it together yet.

I’m kind of pissed at Crayola’s deceptiveness. When I saw the large number “65” on their packet of twistable colored pencils, I thought that meant there were 65 different pencils. There are actually only 24 pencils. The rest of what is included in that number are sheets of paper. They should have specified how many pencils and how many papers. There are still enough colors to be useful, though, and I like the case it came in.

I was also kind of pissed at myself for getting the other two packages of pencils when I already had spares.

We put the window cling up in the window above the built-in desk that looks like a stained glass window with white flowers against a mostly blue background. It looks gorgeous but an awful lot of light comes through that window. I don’t usually work out there at that time anyway, though.

I had a shitty dream where I did something, although I’m not sure what, that I knew would probably earn me a life sentence in jail. I didn’t know Tom and my parents were alive. She must’ve been around 65 because in the dream I thought that if I was lucky enough to get just 30 years, she would be 95 years old when I got out and possibly still alive.