I’m pretty much on nights now. I won’t go to bed till around 5 AM, and I’ll sleep till 1:00 or 2:00.

Wednesday can’t get here fast enough! I can’t wait to get online. I have a whole list of online tasks I want to do, like checking my email, the doll scene, and so much more. I want to get armature prices, see if there’s a Season 3 of Charlie’s Angel’s yet on DVD, check the unemployment requirements to see if there’s anything to worry about if the people Tom works for go out of business, check to see if there are any new playboy dolls, see what’s up with Kate, renew my Webshots membership and catch up on their pictures as well as download their latest software. I was using it on the laptop and I really like it better than the old version that’s on my desktop. I want to see if the MP3 downloads are still around after so many people connected to that got sued, then I want to see what land is available, even if we can’t buy any for 5-10 years. When we do, we’re going to make damn sure it’s not in a military flight path! With all the things I thought I’d escaped forever that have come back to haunt me, sonic booms aren’t going to be one of them.

I just hope to hell they send someone competent. I’m sick of dumb cocks who don’t know what they’re doing and that makes us do their work for them. I wish more companies would hire people who know what they’re doing or at least train them better. That’s what we’re paying them to do in the first place.

Later…

Since Sunday, there haven’t been any more bumps and bangs or stereos as loud as the one I heard that practically shook the place down, though I’m still nervous about Thanksgiving. At least I know they’re not going to be blasting car stereos in their driveway or playing basketball just outside our window for 6 hours. I expect the worst I’ll get is inside banging and outside chatter. I just hope it won’t be for too many hours!

It’s cold, but not cold like Massachusetts. There are always people cruising up and down the streets on foot and on bikes. I’ve seen people riding bikes even at night!

I made a surprising discovery with Haiku. She does have a beaded armature after all. It’s just microscopic. Like as thin as electrical wire. Still, I see why setting the limbs with Durham’s rock-hard putty is a must. It makes the limbs one with the armature. For the longest time, I couldn’t figure out what was rattling in her whenever I’d move her limbs, but now I see that it’s the armature moving around inside the limbs that I’ve been hearing. I think I’ll probably redo her someday along with the Chris doll. We’ll see how it goes with putting Chris together first.

No wonder some of the 28” dolls are just $160. All they’re thrown together with is wire and batting. No putty, no thick armatures, no nothing.

I’m glad we’re out of motels and that this place is quiet and all that, but still, why can’t we just be in a house for a decade or more without anyone fucking with us to the degree the freeloaders did??? Is that really too much to ask for? I didn’t think so when you’ve got shitheads like Miss Perfect who’s had the same everything for longer than I’ve known her. Same address, same phone number, same email address, same shit attitude, same everything!

The foul odor curse is back on again. I guess if this has been happening for over a year now, it isn’t about to stop soon. This one is of a musty kind of smell. I’m not sure where it’s coming from, but it’s originating in the bedroom. Perhaps I just need to wash my pillows and comforter. It’s been months, and of course they were sitting locked up in the RV for quite a while. It’s just that we’ve been so broke that we couldn’t afford to wash anything that wasn’t necessary.