Only 55 days to go. Supposedly. I think about it, then I say to myself, nah, God ain’t gonna let you out of here anytime soon. Then again, we’re talking about going from one rental to another and not buying a house. That we won’t be allowed to do anytime soon. Also, God wouldn’t exactly be keeping me trapped in a living nightmare if He did make sure we got stuck here unless he has Bev move out and the wrong people move in. It’s not exactly “noisy” here. Since Bev’s cut her bass and kept her animals out of the picture, there are just a few bumps and bangs I could do without and the stress of knowing they’re so damn close. Other than that, this is hardly like the Phoenix house or the NHA.

Despite the poverty and uncertainty going on in our lives, we took $10 yesterday and treated ourselves at Kmart to candy bars, a book, a sample can of Primo and hazelnut cream oil for burners. The only catch is that it stunk once I got it in my lamp ring. I don’t know why, but it had a foul smell mixed in that reminded me of a filthy bathroom. Sort of like how the bathrooms smelled in the rooms the Mexicans had been in when we went to check them out at Tina’s place.