Today’s the day we’ve been waiting for when it drizzles all day, signaling the end of the hot days. We hardly need the AC at night. It’s the middle of the afternoon yet right now it’s just 72°.

Amazingly, the diet pills are making a difference. At least so far they are. They do help to suppress my appetite. In fact, I couldn’t even finish my Ramen noodles today. In yesterday’s email from Trimlife, they said not to weigh myself till they said to. That will probably be at the end of the week, but I think I already lost a pound or two. I know I’m still over 125, though, because I have slight little side rolls. I have to get under 125 before my waist doesn’t have rolls. At 120 I’m able to bend all the way to the side and not roll at all. I still don’t know if I’ll lose a significant amount of weight, though. Time will tell.

Today they said to up it to two pills twice daily which I was going to do anyway. They do give me a bit more energy, too. So much so that I was up for 19 hours yesterday! I guess that’s due to all the caffeine that’s in them.

Tom said he almost quit his job yesterday because he knows they’re never going to pay him shit for it which is what I told him. I urged him not to quit till he gets a new job or else we can’t get unemployment. I urged him even more so to start aggressively hunting for a new job since we’re obviously never going to be able to count on me to make money. All I get are bullshit job offers that demand money. A real job shouldn’t cost money, it should pay money! It’s just so not meant to be. I wish I knew why, although knowing why wouldn’t necessarily change anything.

When I do get legit calls about jobs, there’s always a problem with it. In other words, Herbal Life called, which is a legit company, but I’d have to pay a registration fee of $179 and know people to sell their products to in order to make money. If I can’t get anyone interested in Yves, how could I get them interested in Herbal Life? You really have to know tons of people to succeed with such a thing. It’s a lot like Avon. If you don’t have people to sell the products to, you can’t make money.

How I wish I could have a simple, clean-cut job like stuffing envelopes! Something that’s straightforward and doesn’t require me to know anyone, spend any money or do any traveling.

I still worry we’re on the path towards financial doom and I feel like not only does something not want us here, but it wants to drive us out of here before we can get rich off this place which is a done deal if we can hold out long enough. In about 5 years this place should be worth half a million and worth a million in a decade. It’s inevitable, totally guaranteed if we can just stay put for a while. But if we go broke and his selfish mother doesn’t help us, or the freeloaders pop back into our lives to try and victimize us again through the law, then we’ll have no choice but to get out.

I’ve been a free soul for 5 months now and I never take a day of it for granted. It still amazes and thrills me that finally, after 7 years of victimization, nothing we do, nothing we spend money on, and no place we go has a damn thing to do with them!

There is a little bit of good news despite my not being allowed a job and Tom making shitty money, and that’s that I won us a 3-day trip to our choice of either San Diego or Las Vegas! The airfare and hotel will be all paid for. All we’ll need to pay is $55 or less in taxes and have the money for food and gambling since we both agree that if we take this trip, it’ll be to Vegas. The only catch is that we have to sit through a presentation when we go to pick up our tickets. We have a year to take the trip and we don’t know for sure if we will. It’ll depend on what’s going on in our lives.

I got outbid on those two dolls.

I discovered that my desktop calendar goes way, way back in time, so I clicked back through the months and years and charted down all the major events I could remember like when I got braces, when Tom’s father died, when I moved to different places, etc.

Later…

Here comes all the sales calls. I totally regret giving my number out. Once they start they never give up, and of course they run and give the number to everyone else they know, too.

I’m beginning to wonder if perhaps I said something that either scared or made my old dentist uncomfortable, though I’m not sure what that could be. Not only have I not gotten a response to the regular email I sent, but the postcard was never retrieved either. Oh well. I doubt I’ll ever see her again anyway.