The dog’s still very loud, especially when on the patio, despite the foam I stuck in that window. So I figured why deprive myself of extra light and spying spots and so I pulled it out. Unfortunately, sound is a very difficult thing to block as opposed to light and other things. I think I’ll have to sleep with the stereo on like in Phoenix when I’m sleeping throughout most of the day. Before I was sleeping through it because it was just a couple of barks a couple of times a week. But now there are tons of barking on a daily basis and I don’t have to be a genius to know I can’t possibly sleep through it. Not even when I’m in a deep sleep. If it does wake me up we can always wake her up when I’m up at the time he gets up bright and early at 4 AM and slam a few cabinets. I totally meant it when I said I’m dishing the shit back that I get from people. And I don’t care if it’s childish or what/who the person(s) is either. They can be pigs, the president; they can be God for all I care! One can only sit back and do nothing for so long, you know? The only reason I’m not bashing the dog’s head in with a hammer is that we’re about to give notice (animal cruelty is hard to prove if you keep your mouth shut and don’t leave evidence around, though next door could witness it if they happened to be at their windows), and the only reason I’m not attacking her is cuz I know I could kill her with just one mild punch. She’s heavy, out of shape, and she smokes and so she’d be no match for me.

I doubt the queen will give a damn about helping us, but another possibility just dawned on me. I wonder if she may send at least half of the money and make it $600? I doubt she’ll send any more than what she sent for his birthday and our anniversary, so I think I’ll be getting to tell her off real soon. I have mixed emotions about this, too. Yes, I want to give her a piece of my mind, but I also want the $1200 and future birthday, Christmas and anniversary money, and maybe an inheritance, too. Maybe God will let me have my say after all since I’d think it’d be worth it to Him to see that we lose this extra money.

Something else just dawned on me. Again there’s been no TV going over there, and I just can’t believe she wouldn’t have it on if she were home. Also, she usually pulls the dog in for a few hours around noon, yet it’s still out there. I’m wondering if yesterday and today she was out somewhere and didn’t get in till the afternoon. This would explain why the TV didn’t go on till then and why the usual morning visitors came so late. She totally strikes me as the type to risk the dog’s safety to spite people, too.

Later…

So far there’s been no company and two barking fits, and yeah, the bitch probably has been home all day. The TV went on not too long ago. Anyway, she’s on another one of her multi-hour watering sprees, even though she just watered for 6 hours a couple of days ago. What does the skitzo think this is? The desert?

To no longer have the pressure of having to get to bed on time takes some of the stress off me. Now I just gotta figure out how I’m going to sleep through the barking. He thinks it’ll be no problem, but I don’t see how it could be “no problem.” The fucking thing practically lives out there now. No, it doesn’t go on and on for hours like the Arizona dogs, but it’s annoying enough. I could at least fan other dogs out, but not this one. It’s simply too damn close.

If all goes well, we should have the keys to the new place around Friday, August 26th, which would mean exactly 30 days left here. When the fucking dog gets going, those 30 days sure seem to stretch to the hundreds! That’s why I hope I can be on nights for a while. That way I can be awake when it’s peaceful (I don’t expect her to do too many midnight barbecues, although I didn’t expect her to keep the dog outside ignored and unattended so damn much either), and it makes the time go by faster that way. I don’t know why, but being on nights always seemed to make the days pass faster.

The fat tub of shit’s sitting on its patio now doing what it does best – eating. I’m not surprised. After all, it hit the 90s today. She’s no doubt jealous of my AC! She’s not on the phone, so maybe she’ll do something about it if the dog barks, but I doubt it. Those days seem to be completely over with, but that’s ok. Pam will be in for quite an earful soon enough. Make that quite an eyeful, since I intend to email her.

Now I can’t figure out what she’s doing. Is she playing a game? She’s got a candle lit, too. A mosquito-repellant candle? Religious candle? Wouldn’t surprise me if she was religious. She’s crazy enough to be. So many religious people are some of the craziest and deadliest people in the world. A man was just sentenced to death in California for killing 7 of his kids and 2 of his grandkids. He believed he was Jesus and that he had to rape and molest his daughters and nieces. Religious people in general really scare me! The bigoted ones are bad enough, but the ones who swear God ordered them to kill are really freaky as hell.