I got up at 6:00 to find bitch-n-beast had already hit the back. A half-hour later we went to the store.

We checked the mail on the way back, but there was nothing other than a coupon for Hawaiian Punch for doing a survey for them.

I asked Tom if his “gut instinct” still said we’d hear from the queen and he said yes. They say your gut instinct’s the one to trust, but I don’t know about his.

Meanwhile, we returned to find the bitch on her usual watering spree, but all’s been quiet. They should be turning in soon if they haven’t already. That is unless she’s got to stuff herself again at 11:30 and have a private little barbecue party.

At midnight we’ll be down to 25 days left, give or take a few.

Later…

The assholes next door are out gabbing up a storm right now. I heard them go back and forth at 1:00 last night and they were up as early as 5:00 the day before. I tell you, they never sleep!

Meanwhile, I’m trying to stay up throughout most of the morning. If I could be up at least till noon, that’d be great since the most likely time for the beast to go off is between 8 AM - noon.

I slammed a cabinet door really loud Friday morning as soon as he left. I couldn’t resist. That’ll hopefully be wake-up call #2, one for each one her shit of a dog gave me.