All 12 babies are doing well. We’re both looking forward to going to all rats once the mice die off in about a year and a half. By then, given the fact that he’s making more money and I found this cheap doll site, I should have a lot more dolls by then and will set up a display in their place. This is along the wall dividing the living room and my office. The rats are in the large corner on the other side of the room.

Though a lot of the babies seem like they’re gonna be pretty cool looking and it looks like there’s a good variety, I doubt we’ll keep them all. I’m not even sure I want to keep Lady with the way she’s so damn timid. At least she doesn’t bite. Any biters are automatically out the door. I’m not putting up with any vicious animals.

I spotted a for-sale sign out the bedroom window this afternoon. Due to the way the front property line angles inward from south to north, I thought it was on the corner of the property to the right of us, but we took a walk out to it and saw that it’s actually 5 acres in front. The question is, what part of the lot is for sale? The part running alongside the front towards the side? In my vision, when we first moved here, I saw a house over there. One I knew would arrive by ‘05. At least it’s a newer one I saw, and we don’t have to worry about George buying it for shit rentals.

Anyway, it’s a lousy piece of property cuz of the way everyone drives over it. Our street is a wash, technically, and due to its soft beach-like sand, people are afraid to drive on it, figuring they’ll get stuck, so they drive up on the property where the dirt’s harder packed. Fortunately, they can’t drive on ours cuz of the bushes bordering the road.

As much as I love our house and living here, it really bothers me that we’re not rich enough to take off now, but God wouldn’t have had this shit happen in the first place with the freeloaders if he knew we could run from it. It’s just that not being able to run makes it so we’re forced into being their victims. It’s like having people hold you down while another beats the shit out of you. If we could run, though, then we wouldn’t be giving the freeloaders or the system the satisfaction of victimizing us. Then we could say “no” to them. No, you’re not going to victimize us anymore, no we’re not going to stick around and take your shit. No, you cannot control our lives, our money, our time.

But this way, we’re forced to kiss up to them all. They’ve won, just like always, and God will go on protecting these people for as long as it takes.