Well, they woke me up again next door with the door slamming. And damn God to hell for doing this to me year after year everywhere I go! I still don’t know if it’s compensation for not having to have an alarm wake me up regularly for work, but it still gets old. A person who’s either out of work, retired, disabled or on their days off, should be able to sleep.

Tom said that if he could get a raise, we could afford to rent a rural place like the one for this double-wide house that’s on an 11-acre lot. Forget it, I told him. First of all, whatever’s up there probably won’t let him have that much of a raise. Secondly, I doubt it’d let us do rural again anytime soon, if ever again. We should just plan on a house crammed in the city because that’s where it wants us, like it or not. I’m not going to waste my time struggling to get to places I’m not meant to be. At least in a house, while we’d have to listen to people’s shit there too, we’ll at least be detached from them. We won’t always feel like we are, but we will be, and I’ll be able to blast my music.

Then again, maybe rural living is meant to be. I didn’t think California was meant to be, yet it’s a done deal so long as nothing kills me before we can get there. I hate the cold, but I hate people more. This means that sure, I’d rather two years in a rural place, versus a year sandwiched in between people who always have to have something going on with them before we get to California, but that’s what I’m destined for, so why fight it? Maybe if I just roll with the punches, God will give me a break later on in life. I doubt it, but it’s worth a try. Besides, as with most things in my life, I don’t have much choice, do I?

I swore I heard the dog barking inside its place at 11:00. I went and looked, but no company came to the door, so I don’t know what she’s doing to set it off. Sometimes dogs just bark for no reason just like babies cry for no apparent reason half the time.

It rained today, but it’s going to be hot again by Tuesday, so we’re going to set the AC up in here, but not in the window. He’s going to get a hose to vent the heat out the window because that’ll be easier to seal up in these oddly shaped windows. Also, the AC’s cord isn’t long enough to reach the outlet from the window. I hope to hell there’ll be no problem with getting it set up by the time the heat returns, but if there is I’ll move my bed out to the dining area, save us some money, and hopefully some wake-up calls, too.

Just after 6:00 yesterday morning, I felt like a caged animal, so after being cooped up in here between these people for two weeks, we walked to Burger King. Tom hurt his toe by ramming into a block wall while riding his bike because he so foolishly went digging into his pocket for something along the way. He’s damn lucky he didn’t get hit by a car! And just as lucky to not be checking the mail when this delivery truck swiped the boxes where packages are left, knocking its door off. It happened when we were half a block away. The guy got out of his truck and examined it. The individual boxes where the regular mail goes were bent over a bit, but intact.

When we got back, Tom offered to stop at the incense store later on because he had to go to Fred Meyer, and I said he could give it a try, but I doubted she’d be there. I said I was pretty sure they’d be closed for some reason, be it because someone died, someone got sick, etc. Sure enough, there was a note saying they were closed due to a death in the family. See what I mean about people not dying when we need them to and those that do die to die at our expense or putting us out somehow? I’m just going to order from Bendejo Bob once we get moved, no matter how long I have to wait. SOS’s shit gives me headaches, makes my eyes watery, is too smoky even when it’s cut, and I didn’t get all I was supposed to get. Bendejo says he’s got the Angel I like and will sell me 1-oz. sizes for $1.50. That’s way cheap compared to other places. This lady’s a prime example of why I don’t like others working for us if we can help it. They not only fuck up, but they’ve always got excuses. The old ‘my kid got sick’ and the ‘death in the family’ routine are the two most popular. It’s probably not even true. If you learned of a death in your family, would your store be the first thing you’d think of? Would you think to run down to it and post an explanation as to why you’re closed? Even if you learned of the death while there, you’re more than likely going to be too distraught to think of these things. They’re probably just lazy people who are well off enough financially to take time off. It doesn’t take much to survive in this cheap shit of a town, and with her oil prices so pumped up, that should help a lot right there. I just can’t believe she could find that many people to buy them.

Because we don’t have a bank account, we’re having trouble cashing the checks that the queen sent. We’re going to get a debit card. You have to pay monthly fees, but they allow you to make online purchases and you can even have checks directly deposited on them. They each have different benefits. Tom’s researching them now. We discussed various ways to get the checks cashed, and one of them is to write the immortal bitch with the checks enclosed and ask that she send cash or a money order. I told him he could use me and tell them my teeth are falling out and that I can’t get a job cuz of the sickos; whatever he wants. I doubt it’ll get us any more money, though, and I still can’t believe they even bothered sending anything for Christmas, birthdays and anniversaries. Talk about a backward group of people!

I noticed that I haven’t felt any pain lately in the tooth that’s given me the most trouble over the last couple of years. Hopefully, it’s dead now, too!

Hurricane Dennis has moved through Haiti, then Florida, and now it’s swinging over to the Gulf. May it destroy Mexico and save our tax dollars and make America safer!

The sick fucking Arabs are bombing countries one by one. Their latest target is London. They bragged about it online too, saying it was because England got involved in the Iraqi war. They’re also saying they fear a backlash from them. Aw, poor babies! They should’ve thought about that before they bombed them, shouldn’t they? Some people make no sense. It’s like when the blacks went crying to the pigs after tormenting me the way they did. People don’t seem to get that when you harass or harm others, you’re likely to get a nasty reaction on account of it.