How nice it is having the whole place to myself! Literally. I cranked up the stereo and did some singing this morning, and if next door heard it, I don’t care! I’m sure they didn’t, though, unless it was during a time when they were going back and forth. I’ll make sure I don’t get too carried away with it so management doesn’t end up hearing about it and cause us to have a hard time renting a house.

Tom thinks no one will move in next door till after we’re gone. No way. There’s no possible way it’d stay empty for 7 weeks.

Tom had used Meagan as his first reference when applying at Walmart and the transmission place, only to find she’s no longer with the chick she was going to marry, and that she moved last September. He suspects that Meagan’s ex may’ve claimed to be Meagan, either out of spite or as a joke, when they called there, and that she said bad things about him. He said he’ll probably start using local references, but that he thinks that’s why he didn’t get the job at either place. Even if it is, the main reason is still the curse that’s bound and determined to hold us back financially. Like I said, I’ve pretty much resigned myself to the fact that he’s not going to make much more than minimum wage for years. We may have a little more money someday, though, when we own a place outright and he gets his AMEX pension, though the bulk of the extra money will have to go to fixing the place up. That’s ok, though. It’d be worth it. The only problem is that this is years away from happening.

My bed has sprung a leak. Right on time, too (it’s been 3 months since I got the last bed). The good news, though, is that it’s a very small leak, so it’s going down slowly. I blew it up before bed. When I woke up, it was noticeably softer, but I didn’t bottom out. Friday I’ll have him get a new one and I’ll really cut back like hell on groceries to make up for it since it’s going to cost about $16. I’ll then bump a new bed up in front of the mannequin. So after we move and get my teeth done, I’ll save for a double-raised bed that’s way thicker. These here are so damn delicate. I swear they’re no thicker than a typical freezer bag!

No mail from Mary. I wonder if she’s pissed because I won’t help her with José. That’d be being a real spoiled little brat if she was. It could be because I just sent her a book. Whenever I send books, it seems I don’t hear from her for a while. The question is, is she going to think of a zillion new favors to ask of me when I do?