I was doing more mannequin research, and it seems that that CA site is now selling their used mannequins without fixed hair at the average mannequin price of $400, so when it comes time to get one, I’ll probably get a used one from that Netherlands site for under $300.

These new vitamins may be of help, after all. I ended up eating about 1300-1400 calories yesterday and it didn’t put a pound on me. Today, though, I’m not eating since I ate yesterday. I woke up at 125, so I’ll probably wake up at 123 tomorrow. If I were in my 20s, I’d wake up at 122 or less! Anyway, I have about 13 more long hours left today of not eating. It’s not easy, but it’s working a lot faster than those old-fashioned diets and it’s nice to be able to eat more on my eating days. Trying to do the 1000-calorie-a-day thing is just so much harder than not eating every other day/having about 1500 every other day. With just 1000, you’re so hungry and you feel like you’re starving anyway, that you may as well for real and lose the weight quicker.

In 6 or 7 hours I’ll have my Indian doll! Hope I get mail from Mary too, and the fairy.

Later…

Tom’s up now. In a few hours, he’s going to go into Casa Grande to apply for some jobs, pick up more drip line piping, and the mail. Then he’ll return and start calling lawyers, with or without the pension form, in the afternoon.

Later…

Oh, Mary, Mary, Mary. Why do you waste all your time writing to a loser?

I know it occupies her time, but it’s kind of sad that she’s dropped her book for this cock, though she has plenty of time for it.

It really irritates me that she can’t do a simple little thing like answer my questions. She hasn’t even told me why she hasn’t called or anything. All I get is mail for him. I don’t know, maybe they really are stealing her mail to me.

The good news is that the doll’s here, but as my shit doll luck would have it, there’s always got to be a problem. This time around it was a broken stand. I’m so sick of having to correct this and fix that when we paid all the money we paid that I nearly sent this one back. Tom fixed the stand easily enough, though, and she is a very beautiful doll.

Tom went to go out this morning and discovered that the same rattlesnake from last year has returned. At least we think it’s the same one. It was at the base of the steps. It’s huge, too! Its body was easily 3” thick. Maybe it had just eaten. Tom asked me if he thought he should kill it and I told him I didn’t mind it hanging around since we know to watch for snakes at this time of year anyway, and if it wasn’t this rattler, it’d just be another one. He agreed and doesn’t want to kill it anyway as he likes snakes. Snakes don’t scare or bother me, but I sure wish God would kill every spider in the world!

I thought about going out and picking up some of the renter’s shit, but I shouldn’t have to. It’s not my responsibility, and besides, as soon as I picked up what’s there, new stuff would blow in. Like I said before, they’re not going to stop now that they know they can get away with it. They no doubt “felt Tom out” and decided he was an easy-going guy who wouldn’t complain, not that it’d do him any good if he were the type to complain. In Arizona, complaining almost always makes matters worse.

Do I still want them to stick around or move? Hmm. I think I’d like them to go now and take a chance on who’d move in there next, but I know they’re not going anywhere for years. The horse told me that. No one spends the time and money to install a corral, get a horse, then turn around and move. Plus, if I even think God would give me quiet, dogless, non-messy people for new neighbors, I’d have to be out of my mind.

The best news is that although I was right in sensing the form would be late, we did get it today and my schedule’s perfect for getting it notarized tomorrow. We’ll leave first thing, then go to the DMV to exchange my license for an ID to save on insurance. Then we’ll just have to hope neither place fucks up and makes us have to do it all again. I am not looking forward to the long, loud wait at the DMV. Hearing all the screaming kids will only make me gladder that I don’t have to deal with that shit here at home all the time. I’d never get any writing done if I did!