Finished a draft containing a letter from Derek, the guy she had her first kid with. He seems like such a selfish, disturbed little hypocrite. As I told Mary, I don’t see how the hell she can associate with him or let him near Murphy. I mean, the guy’s saying, “How could you let Justin treat you the way he did?” Meanwhile, the little cock gave her the same exact treatment Justin gave her short of killing any of her kids.

Poor Mary. She really knows how to pick ‘em. Then again, maybe they’re picking her. Mary never struck me as the type to be attracted to abusive men, but there are losers and abusers who would be attracted to her due to how young and innocent-looking she is. Also because she’s small, feminine and nice, these bastards probably assumed she was vulnerable easy prey.

There was music in the air late last night, but fortunately, it was barely audible. Again, I couldn’t pinpoint its exact location. All I could say was that it was coming from the north. I could hear a beat thumping if I stood by the utility door, which faces north, but down at the other end of the house in my office, I couldn’t hear anything over the soft hum of the hard drive spinning.

Things are so much greener since we had all that rain. There are scattered patches of green on the ground and even the trees are greener. The one by my office window is quite a vivid shade of green, actually.

My schedule really sucks right now. I’m right smack on nights and it’s too close to the freeloaders’ next home reminder of their sorry existence and all they stand for. I’m hoping they won’t invade my home life before the 23rd, but they very well could before then. I got up at 5:00 which means I’ll be crashing before their prime time. I should be out by 9 AM, but might be able to hold out till 11 AM. Yeah, so then he can stop by between then and 2 PM. Thanks, God; I really need this shit in my life!