No nocturnal nightmares so far tonight. I’m sure they’re just outside the door, though, screaming, “Let us in! We know you’re alone in there!”

Got my shipment confirmation, so that’s good. They were shipped yesterday morning. From where I don’t know, but priority mail is supposed to be 2-3 days anywhere in the US, so it doesn’t matter. Hopefully, they’ll arrive without a problem.

Tom got his tools and installed my new mouse. It’s way better. The only thing I don’t like is the bumpy roller wheel. I can certainly live with it, though, as opposed to the jerky junk I was using before.

Soon, I’ll get Mary’s draft out of the way so I can give Kate my undivided attention.

Later…

Guess I’ll bitch about the latest thing of ours to break till the dogs come to bark over the pipes.

The fucking CD player in my MP3 station’s now broken! The biggest non-believer of curses in the world couldn’t deny we have a breakage curse on us. Tom has another one he can install, but this is fucking ridiculous. He said that at least we have the money to buy all this stuff, but what’s the point? Why have money to buy stuff that’s just going to break? There’s no way I’m getting a kiln with the way our shit breaks. I even wanted to forget about the recorder, but Tom said we’d only be out $15 if that broke. Perhaps I’ll get that, but no kiln. Besides, making dolls is such a hard, complicated thing. That’s why they’re so expensive. I don’t think I could learn all there is to learn to be a good dollmaker.

Speaking of complicated, I’m not watching this damn TV anymore either. Not with the way he’s got it set up. I expected it to be better and easier, but instead it’s enormously complicated and there’s always a problem. TV is no big deal to me, though, like music, writing and reading are, so it’s no big loss. He said we could rent DVDs and that he’d make a Dead Zone and Charlie’s Angels library for me to create stills out of, and that’s fine. As long as he’s the one dealing with it and not me.