Tom stopped at Mom’s today. She’s doing OK and Mary got a parakeet. As far as we know, we’re still on for a visit this Saturday. Tom said he got stuck behind a wide load on the road for miles and miles and then he had to deal with the usual city traffic, so it was no fun for him.

When he got home he called Palm Harbor who said they’d call back. We were both sure no one would call us, but some stupid Mexican called asking for directions, saying he’d be here Friday and Saturday, and Tom was like, “No. All we need is one outlet fixed and a globe.”

This shouldn’t take two days to do, and I’m sure we’ll never see our missing globe. I’m sure the stupid Mexican will either forget to bring one or will bring the wrong size. I’m even more sure that the Mexican won’t have brains enough to fix our outlet. It asked us if we just moved in. It turns out that they were supposed to come out in November when the house was delivered and they were the ones that were supposed to do the trim and all that shit.

Thanks, God, for turning our dream into the hassle it has been.

We had our first leak too, just as I predicted, which Tom had to take the time out to fix. The Mexican didn’t tighten the kitchen pipes very well so he had to do it for them along with practically everything else around here. Always gotta do the Mexicans’ work for them. They’re just such cheap, lazy, half-assed little fucks.

Later...

Tomorrow I see my new doctor for my meds. Luckily, I’m not shy or afraid of meeting new doctors. It’s not people that make me nervous, it’s what they do. It’s life itself.

I began walking on the treadmill again. I put a book on the music stand in front of it so I can read when I’m not gazing out the window at the dull, yet splendid view. It sure beats walking in an enclosed room in Phoenix with assholes within arm’s reach! Walking doesn’t change my weight or appearance, but it makes me feel like I’m doing something, other than just the physical activity of housecleaning. It’s gonna be a long wait for that exercise machine if we even get approved to get it on credit.

Yesterday, due to Jade’s being too understuffed, she buckled at the waist as I was trying a teddy bear’s dress on her. I had been trying to keep her standing to make it easier to get the dress on, but she buckled and her hand hit her leg and her ring finger broke right off. I mean right off. It made a clean break at the base of the finger. There were no shards or anything. It broke in one piece. Luckily, it happened this way if it had to happen at all given my shit doll luck, so I could glue it back on easily. Some time, Tom’s gonna perform a little surgery on her and slit her ass so he can stuff her fuller, but make her shape better proportioned, then sew her back up tighter. I’m sure that I was given the wrong body for this doll. Either that or the body was sewn funny, or both. If we had stuffed her body full as it is, it would’ve made her look huge, as well as disproportional. So, he’s gonna take this anorexic doll who’s too flimsy and who won’t stand, and firm her up. That way, if I get sick of her sitting, I can get her a stand and know she won’t slump over in it and maybe smash her face to pieces.

I can’t believe the flower I got at the dentist is still alive. I thought it’d be dead the next day. Maybe it’s alive because of all the sunlight this place gets during the day. It’s right under the skylight, too.