I guess I’ll do some editing as tired as I am, thanks to the assholes next door. I am so, so totally going to raise holy hell on our last night here, whenever that night comes! They didn’t wake me up, but they did, just from the stress they’ve put on me. This meant having an upset stomach and a rapid heartbeat. My stomach hasn’t been this flat in ages. I also didn’t need to exercise. First of all, I couldn’t have mustered up the energy, but I didn’t need to with the way my heart was racing. The animals gave me my cardiovascular workout just fine. It was the NHA minus the screaming from when I dragged my ass out of bed at 11:00 to 8:30. I’m hoping that because they settled down an hour and a half earlier tonight that means they’re going to get up early to go somewhere tomorrow, but I doubt I could get that lucky.

I’m now sure more so than ever before that no matter where we go, there’ll be kids, music, dogs, banging and more, so like I told Tom, if we’re so destined to listen to other people’s shit so much of the time, let’s do it at a cheaper rate. Seriously, why pay $435 to listen to other people’s antics when we can do it at around $300? He still thinks they’re out-of-towners come to visit throughout the Easter weekend (he also told me school animals are on spring break), but I say it’s the local daughter-in-law running from her hubby. The deal we made is that if she and her rowdy brood stick around a lot longer than Sunday or Monday like I think will be the case, we give notice to vacate next Friday. If he’s right, we avoid the office in the hopes of them not making us renew our lease. If they do call or mail us a letter saying we have to renew it or get out, then we’ll give notice. Where the hell we’ll go, I don’t know. I’m sure it’ll be someplace noisy, but hopefully, the rent will be lower and he’ll be making more money.

Especially since the guy at the transmission place called to tell him to come in for a test. He’s going to do this Monday and is hopeful that this test is a pay-placement thing. In other words, if he shows how smart he is, it’ll up his chances at getting started at $8.50. Then at least one of my neutral/positive vibes will ring true! But will we move to a small old house by the railroad tracks? Time will tell. The guy he talked to yesterday was impressed with the way he’s worked on his own vehicles.

Anyway, the afternoon to the early evening was the worst next door. Before Tom got in I blasted the shit out of them and sang my lungs out, though I’m pretty sure they never heard a damn thing. Not over all their own chaos, and well, I don’t exactly have an 8-speaker surround sound system.

I’m not so sure a retirement community will save us from this noise curse that’s been put on me since ’92. After all, I’m learning here that 51-year-old single women can be just as bad as the young folks, so what’s the point? If it’s not mothers with kids, it’s grannies with grandkids. I just dread when they all hit the backyard so I can hear screaming along with the banging. There’s only so much the fan and sound machine can drown out. Especially when you’re not on a solid concrete foundation.

Next door did their Friday night barbecue, but if they did any knife-tossing, I don’t know. I just know I’d take their doors over Bev’s animals anytime. She’s so fucking weird. She cared enough to get headphones so I wouldn’t have to hear her bass thumping, but she doesn’t care if I have to listen to those damn kids shake the place down. Again, she should know better from when she had to deal with that shit herself, and I can see that that had to be true hell on her. So I did my share of music, stomping around and slamming shit. I was too pissed not to anyway. This shit happens everywhere I go. Everywhere I go! Like I said, there’s no fucking escaping it! Why are people so damn noisy? I realize that some are worse than others, but still, no one gets stuck with this many bad apples. It’s a definite curse without a doubt and if I haven’t shaken free of it by now, I know I never will.

Romeo’s been over too, to see the lying hypocrite that “rarely” has company. When we leave, we’ll be happy to tell Pam why, but we’re not going to bother to complain on her because we know we’ll get something like how her right to company takes precedence over our right to peace, and even if they have moved in, they won’t care. They didn’t care about the overcrowding that was in here before we got here. I don’t think they really care how many people live in their places as long as they get their rent.

I got that pad of construction paper, more stamped envelopes, and 4 books of stamps from Mary. Yeah, well come Monday, José’s letters will be returned with no explanation and I’ll be sure to break the news to her. It’s the only way to keep her from pestering me with him. “No” alone isn’t always enough. Meanwhile, I hope she’ll let me keep all the stamps and envelopes. It’s the least she can do for all the shit I’ve done for her, but we’ll see. If she wants me to send them to her aunt, I will.

We may go to that Italian place tomorrow during the peak of the outbursts.