I slept with the mask last night and it wasn’t too uncomfortable. It’ll be ideal for motels. Tom would drive me crazy with the TV flickering when I’d be trying to sleep, and with opening and closing the door when the sun was shining right on it, so next time around I’ll be able to block that out. If only sound was as easy to block as light is!

Four years with the Iraqi war and what have we got to show for it? Too many damn Iraqis still standing!

He won $40 on one scratch ticket and $50 on another, but TUT’s still a bust. I don’t think it’ll make a difference because you can’t make be what isn’t meant to be, but Tom wants to try doing a money spell together. He thinks doing it together would make a difference since we did do the one in the duplex together and that one seemed to stop one unusually bad thing after another from happening to us, along with the help of the bamboos. The upcoming move will be the real test as far as that spell goes, along with the bamboos. We’re going to be jobless and homeless again, and he’s going to be making half of what he makes here in a place that’s twice as expensive. Can the spell and plants help protect us against an evil God determined as hell to see us suffer??? Or will we lose everything this time around and be stuck in the past, living in dumps with neighbors who can’t shut up, using upside-down boxes as furniture, scraping pennies, etc.? Could God hate us that much? Yeah, He could. It’s sad but true. We start over, we start to get ahead, He kicks us back. The question is just how far back He’ll be wanting to kick us this time. Meanwhile, He’ll continue to bless our families with more and more money and luxuries, never letting them get the tiniest taste of what it’s like to have to do without. Hell, we don’t even have a fucking refrigerator right now!