Blondie’s sleeping on the bed right now, and Tom should be in soon.

Because I slept till 1:00, getting up at 10:00 tomorrow is going to be hard. At least all we’ll be doing is zipping across the street.

Last night was quieter than the night before as far as the banging goes, but I’m afraid that tonight, being a Friday night, will be rocking. Then again, I’m hoping they’ll either be too tired to raise hell or that they’ll go get drunk in bars and come back to sleep it off till we leave.

Tina (yes, it really was Tina) said that we’re welcome back in two weeks when they’re gone, but I hope we won’t have to come back and that we’ll be in an apartment somewhere for our final 6-month sentence in the city by then. I just want to stop starting over and having the life I build up torn down!

Later…

Here’s an interesting update. Did we get a check from the queen? No, but we sure did get one from BOA! It’s for $262, and supposedly, it’s because we had money in the escrow account we closed long ago. With the way they’ve ripped us off and fucked us over, and with the way we need money, it was a great surprise. As for the queen and Miss Perfect, I want nothing more to do with them and neither does Tom. Not till that bitch goes belly-up anyway if she ever does. How many years ago was she supposed to die? Something like 10? She always has a new disease yet she lives on. I don’t know if the doctors are just quacks who are telling her she has things she doesn’t have, if she’s a hypochondriac, or what, but I wish she’d hurry up and drop dead!

In other news, I got a letter from Paula, which was nice. She didn’t make any references to us being motel bums. Hasn’t she gotten the letters I’ve sent? I hope so! She did get the incense, though, which she thanked me for, and says she’s done with the Puerto Rican guy but is seeing her black pig.

I sent both her and Bob what I hope will be my last of the motel letters! I may not be able to print right away, though, if the ink is all dried up. If not, it shouldn’t be long before I can pick up some new piece of shit to print with. At least we’re now 95% sure we’ll be in someplace in a couple of weeks, rather than 50%. I just hope that it won’t be noisy there and that they don’t wake me up, but I know better. There’s no way we’d get decent civilized neighbors. Tom says that being one-bedrooms, they’ll be less likely to raise hell, but I’m sure we’ll get some form of trouble. A drunk who loves to blast music and has a zillion drinking buddies over all the time. So while we may not get screaming kids and barking dogs, I’m sure there’ll be music and lots of banging. There are pros and cons to both houses and apartments. In houses, you’re less likely to have noise/trouble, but the lease is longer. In an apartment, you can at least complain about problem neighbors, though it’s also just as easy for them to complain about you, and that’s what they do here. That bitch that complained about my stomping at the Townhouse; that never would’ve happened in Arizona, though Arizona had many other faults to make up for it.

Meanwhile, I’ll just hope that La Vista’s reasonably quiet and that the housekeepers aren’t pests.

I’m excited about this Sunday. We’re going to the Chinese place. I hope you know who will be there, but there are no guarantees she’ll be there or even be the one waiting on us if she is. Still, I look forward to my pork fried rice.