This computer is so much easier to see! That is until my eyes get even worse. Web pages are especially easier to see, but I could always set the font size in my documents.

For reasons I can’t fathom, I’ve gained 3 pounds overnight. Just like the last time I had that instantaneous two-pound bloat, last night I suddenly felt bloated, and today I awoke at 134 pounds. It’s almost like my body’s trying to gain back what the tea took off. I’m wondering if it could be the bread I got to make sandwiches with so I wouldn’t heat myself or the place up by cooking things.

I was curious to see if the Vista Ventana had a website and if it mentioned who was managing it. Well, they do have a site, but they don’t mention who today’s players are. I left a message from “Dawn” asking if Stacey Searl was around. I said I last knew her when she was managing the place in ’93 before I moved away.

The studios I was in are now twice as expensive. They now go for $585! I had been paying something like $277.

The stereos continue to be amazingly quiet. Have people finally gotten fed up enough to do something about them? Or is there a God that’s finally listening to me up there? I decided to pray for protection from health, financial, neighbor and noise problems in the off-chance He may care enough to help us this time around. But I also prayed to continue losing weight, yet have gone up so I don’t know what to think.

Next week Tom’s going to start calling places. He’s going to start with houses and duplexes till Wednesday, then move on to the inevitable – apartments. I know we’re fated to end up in apartments. Could be a duplex, but as we’ve learned, those can be just as bad. We’ve definitely got to keep the bamboos close by and get a horseshoe. As soon as we went on vacation, the noise curse was right back on us, though I don’t know if all the bamboos and horseshoes in the world could help us in a warm climate. Especially an apartment in a warm climate. Either way, it’s obvious God wants me in an apartment when I consider the fact that the Phoenix house was very apartment-like, thanks to the assholes next door, then had to play Siesta Suites in Scottsdale, then got dragged back into the city and into jail, then got booted out of Maricopa which was anything but apartment-like, then had to play motel again, then got stuck for nearly a year in a duplex because conveniently, no houses were available then.

Tammy never wanted to live in the city either. But how come she’s always had the choice and I haven’t? I don’t understand why it’s so important to Him that I live where I don’t want to live, but when apartments end up being our only choice, I’m going to do everything I can to adapt back to that life and stay there. For one, I’m sick of moving and it could mean losing out on some good wins. I have to redo passcards and update accounts, which is a pain. Lastly, I wouldn’t have to worry about getting thrown back and stuck yet again in a place I don’t want to be if I’m already there.