Ah, a day in my life without the bitch and beast in it. I like it! I slept with the stereo on, though if it covered any barking, or if it just didn’t happen to bark for a change, I do not know. All I know is that my music computer, as ancient as it is, kept crashing. I went to bed at 6 AM and awoke at 7:30 to find that the music had stopped playing. So I rebooted the computer. When I got up for a minute at 11 AM, it was off again. I’m surprised, as tired as I’ve been, that I only slept 7 hours. I guess most of my fatigue lately is due to stress. I’m like that whenever I have an upcoming move, even if it’s a move I want to make.

Tom checked out the houses on the street he that thinks this small, cheap gas-heated house is on. Of the two houses on the street that appeared vacant, he thought they looked so ideal that he’s going to stop in the office for the exact address tomorrow instead of Friday. Well, if it really is “ideal” for being in the city, we ain’t getting it. God wants us where it’s noisy. Whenever we move to wherever it is we move to, it could happen as early as the 19th of this month or as late as the 5th of next month, but more than likely it’ll be right around the 1st. I’m going to miss some aspects of this duplex, like the new carpet, the spacious rooms, the good shower/toilet pressure, etc., but they certainly aren’t worth holding onto. Even if it were quiet, these electric heaters cost a fortune. And I hate these windows and the fridge.

My teeth and eyes continue to worsen too, so that adds to the stress a bit. I wish the cavity that’s been bothering me for so long would hurry up and widen so the root will be exposed more and die. Then the tooth can fall out altogether and I can be done with yet another damn tooth.

He got himself some really cool lights for his bike since it’s getting darker earlier. They’re pretty neat the way they flash at different speeds and all that.

I’m seriously beginning to wonder if next door hasn’t complained about the dog. This is because not only have I not heard it in the evenings, but I haven’t seen it hang out in the mornings either. The only time it seems to be left out there lately is when she has company. Why else would Pam ask, “Is there a problem?” when he went to give notice and not say something like, “Oh yeah?” or “Oh, okay,” or “You found a house?” I doubt they complained, though. I think she just hasn’t been around.

She’s doing her watering thing right now and I hope to hell I woke her up this morning and that she wasn’t already up! I made a racket by dropping some pans on the kitchen floor right after he left since I knew he’d get all paranoid if I did anything earlier. With my shit luck, though, the shithead was already up or she slept right through it. There was once a time when I could sleep through anything myself.

Since the ancient stereo keeps crashing, we made a universal setup, so now I’m using my work computer for music, too. It’s got some negatives to it, but this way I can use the better speakers to sleep with. I don’t want to use the radio because the commercials may get annoying.

Tomorrow’s supposed to be hot, so if she hasn’t been complained on, it’s likely to flush both bitch and beast out in the evening. Just 28 more days of this shit, then we can swap it in for new shit!

I’m hoping against hope that Pam will be reluctant to have me do show-and-tell for fear of me mentioning the dog to prospective renters and turning them off. Oh, believe me, I won’t say a word. I want this place to go fast so I don’t have to be bothered with the game of show and tell, but you know how it is; we always have to do other people’s work for them and shoulder what should be their responsibility, so I expect the show and tell letter by Saturday. We’d get that a lot quicker than we’d ever get $1200 from his near-rich mother. Sad, isn’t it?

The bitch is sitting out there now, so I’m sure the dog’s with her.

Oh, it’s gone now. Nighty night, bitch.