In the midst of my usual daily aches and pains which appear more and more obvious I’ll have to live with forever, I ordered stuff with the visa I won. They were out of one of the dolls I originally planned to get so I got another one, and because she was cheaper, I could load up on a handful of flavored lip glosses.

God’s chosen pain of the moment for me is in my gums sort of near where the lost tooth is that’s now just a discolored stub. What’s He going to do, make us spend a fortune on dentists next by having it get infected? I don’t think so! I’m sick of this shit, really sick of it! Why can’t I have a day in my life without pain? I just don’t understand why He would want me to suffer regularly, but I guess He has His reasons that are somehow good for me.

I want to rent the house next door sooooo bad! If I have to be stuck in the city indefinitely, then it’d sure be the ideal house to do it in. We just may leave a note on the door once we get closer to when our lease is up and make an offer, assuming the place hasn’t sold by then. No one’s put another sign up yet. I know it’s a silly waste of time, though. We may’ve temporarily broken our money curse, but the living-so-close-to-others curse has a ways to go yet, from what I sense. I would so love to have a place where if someone asked what we would consider the highlights of it, the answer wouldn’t have to be, “Our rat that loves to run around the place, and well, the neighbors, of course.” But if this is anywhere in our near future, then I fail to see it. Meanwhile, I’m tired of being wedged in between others even if this place is still a million times quieter than the duplex.

As Tom said, we could probably find a place with land around it for $750, but that would mean licensing the truck.

We also ordered a sign language program on CD-ROM because it was free. All we had to pay was $6 to ship it. It oughta be really cool to see people do the signs. I wish I had learned that way instead of from tricky illustrations in a book.