Today’s been a rather shitty day for the most part. Will there ever come a time when people aren’t running us ragged, screwing us over, or when our shit’s not breaking? He went to go to the store for some things to tide us over, instead he breaks down in the truck and has to throw an additional $40 away. By the time we even get to Oregon, there’s not going to be any money left for us!

If he can get there without breaking down, he’ll at least get $70 from Miss Perfect for the stereo. He said that’s what he feels he should charge her but will let her decide what’s best. I’m sure she’ll agree to that price. I just hope they don’t forget our anniversary and his birthday. We need the money. Bad!

I don’t know what I’m more sick of, shit breaking, us getting screwed over, or us having to do for others or because of others.

The fact that I didn’t sense either the RV or truck breakdown has me rather alarmed, too.

Because no one’s responded to the ads about the furniture, and because we doubt we’d get rid of it during the moving sale, if we ever get to have one, we placed 6 one-day auctions. One for the bed, one for the bedroom dresser/nightstand, one for the dining set, one for the living room set, one for the big spider lamp and one for the big screen TV. We’ve stressed in each auction that they have to pick the stuff up themselves. We have too much of our own work to do. I am so, so sick of having to do for other people. It’s like, when do we get to live for us and to do for us?! Again, this excludes typing for Mary. She’d have to hit me with 50 pages a day before I’d be overwhelmed. Anyway, I have mixed emotions about us going this route as promising as it’s looking. We started everything off at just a penny, and if these things sell at the opening bid, well, it’s good that we’re getting rid of the stuff, but not good that we have to pay to get rid of it. Shouldn’t it be the other way around? I’d just hate to pay for stuff we paid 3 grand for. Again, I swear something up there put us here to be a financial asset to others!

Then we get bombarded with questions like, can we box the bed up, and it’s like, hey, we’re giving this to you for a lousy cent and you still want us to do this and to do that? That should be your responsibility.

So far, though, it looks promising for the bed and living room set. Someone’s watching the TV and lamp as well. The bedroom set looks the least promising right now, but the number of views doesn’t tell us as much as the watchers do. If someone takes the time to put this on their watch list, then it means they’re seriously considering getting it. I just hope they’re not in Australia!

On his way to Miss Perfect’s, he’s going to arrange to have the dumpster delivered tomorrow. Again, I think we should just leave everything that we don’t want or can’t sell here and let others be put out by us for once and have to pick up after us for a change, but you know Mr. Paranoid Gotta Do Everything Right here. I told him, half teasingly, half-serious, “You worry so much, dude, that next thing you know, you’ll be saying we gotta do this or gotta do that so that a meteorite won’t fall on our heads.”

Anyway, I just want to get out of this place! He had considered asking Huey for an extension into Sunday morning, and I put my foot down and said no way. We were going to leave today, then today became Friday. No more delays, I told him. Come Friday morning, we’re outa here no matter what!

I decided that not only because we’ll be so broke once we reach Oregon, but because there are at least 20 newbies I want to try, I’m just going to make a small retail order of incense when we get there.