Judging by all the thick black smoke, I’d say it looks like there’s quite a fire way off towards the north. I took a picture of it to show Tom when he gets up.

I asked myself when I’m finally going to get a female exam since it’s been since late ’99. I decided to wait till this wave of appointments is over at the end of next year, then before finding out what the next slew of appointments will entail, I’ll get an exam, and of course, they’ll want to do a mammogram since I’m over 35. I’ll probably get checked out every 2-3 years rather than yearly for two reasons. One, I trust my woman’s intuition, and two, no one in my family has had female problems. Nana Bella did have breast cancer, but other than that, no one’s had hysterectomies, cysts, tumors or other cancerous problems that I know of.

My jailhouse girlfriend just may get her dolls after all. At least half of them. I decided that they were dumb enough to be called without knowing who I really was, so I called them. Email is hopeless anyway. Naturally, they were all out of stock except for one, Blossom. She’s supposedly on her way. Friday, Rainbow’s Jewels will be in, so they say. However, there’s no known date as to when the Indian doll will be in, and Rainbow won’t be in till February, so I know there’s no way I could get those last two cuz by then they’ll have caught on and know they’ve been had. Although I’m still doubtful that any of them will make it here, if I had to pick two of the four dolls to get here, those would be the two I’d pick.

Later…

The fire is gone.

I just took some old ugly material and used the new little sewing machine, which I figured out how to operate by myself, to make a new soft bed for the rats. They seem to prefer that over the tubes. I simply sewed the corners together, then cut a couple of strips to tie it to the shelf it’s on. It’s a bright ugly, yellow-orange piece of knit fabric.

Tom and I both agree that Scot doesn’t care for his clients. Meaning that he doesn’t care why they’re on probation or about the circumstances that led up to it, etc. Since we both know that much, then why did he recommend, as hopeless as he knew it’d be, that I be let go? To lighten his caseload? But that makes no sense cuz the second he loses someone is the second they’re replaced with someone else. Was it an excuse to rub her “victimhood” in my face which he seems to get off on? That’s okay, cheeks. Labels are just labels. We were there and we know the truth.

Still, I can’t help but wonder what his true motivation was. It couldn’t have been simply because he felt it’d be the right thing to do, since once again, he doesn’t care. He just does his job, right, wrong, fair or unfair.

Webshots still hasn’t taken the money for the mug. I just hope we don’t get ripped off by them or by whomever we order dolls from. That’ll be decided next Monday; what dolls we’ll get for the first wave of dolls. The second wave will probably be within the first few months of next year.

Whether or not I’m going to get punished for it, since I seem to get punished just for breathing, I hope Blossom and Rainbow’s Jewels! With my shit luck, though, they’ll address Blossom to that address to some other town, and the other one to some other state. One will go to Mirana, Arizona, and one will go to Maricopa, Alabama!

Later…

Tom’s up now and working on the trucks. I was doing some housecleaning and now I’m making us both something to eat.

He says they took the money for the mug last night and also remembered that they didn’t mail us the form before. They sent it to him at work. Whether or not it’s there, I don’t have any vibes either way. Whenever we do get it, I just hope they don’t fuck up a second time. I’m so sick of us having to be put out by other people’s mistakes. Meanwhile, when we make mistakes, the only ones it may put out are us.

There have been a lot fewer spiders lately. I’m wondering if perhaps my caulking the area around the kitchen window may have something to do with it. I’m just glad either way!