I have been completely stripped of my powers. Tom doesn’t think so, but due to the fact that I’ve had a cold since yesterday makes me think so, along with the fact that it’s been weeks since I’ve won anything. Yeah, I’ve been run down and stressed out, but not like I was in jail, and since there’s been no extreme climate change like when we went to the Caribbean from Oregon, there’s no reason I should be sick. Not unless I’m no longer an influencer.

It started with a sudden scratchy throat late yesterday morning, plus a stuffy nose and a slight headache. After another night of poor sleep, thanks to being cursed with this fucked up schedule and being cursed even more by being such a light sleeper, my throat is better, but I’m still stuffy and achy. I don’t have the energy to exercise or do much else today either.

On top of not being able to win things, it seems we’ve got a selling curse on us now, too. Tom took the DVDs to a place that buys them, but they didn’t have any money that day, so now he’s got to check out other places and hope for the best. So much stuff to sell, but nowhere to sell it!

There hasn’t been anyone below us for over a week. I can tell when there’s someone down there because the pipes pop when they shut their water off. We hadn’t had anyone on the sides of us either since Sunday, but last night they all came slamming in.

You not only can’t get any peace where you live these days, but not even at work, so Tom says. I guess they’re really into blasting music there, too. Tom said he complained about it, but I’m sure that’s what the little attention-getters with their strange hear-me obsessions want. Tom’s decided either way that this is a lousy place to work and that they’re not worth holding out for. Yeah, I figured whatever’s up there was just having them praise him to get his hopes up for nothing. But now he can see they’re just talking, and since his worthless wife can’t work, he’s thinking of working two jobs just long enough to get us into a place. But there is no place for us! I keep trying to get that through his head and that it’d be a waste of time to kill himself for nothing. So unless he wants to exit this sorry world altogether along with me, we’re stuck here right where it wants us. I thought of selling or abandoning, since we’re not allowed to sell much these days, all the shit that’s in storage, giving it what it wants, and just making this little room our home, but I certainly would rather die than do that. I’m sick of being teased with the bare essentials in life! Sick of it! Just the simplest tiny little, reasonable, everyday requests are just too much to ask for if it’s us asking for them. Well, I’m not going to be a motel bum and I’m tired of living just to let God continue to take from us and prevent us from the bare necessities of life!

We’re absolutely no closer to getting into a place than we were before, and what would be the point anyway? Just to get woken up and have to listen to all kinds of shit there, too? The only light shining on us right now is that this Friday’s paycheck will have an additional $100. But we’ll still be broke, homeless and right where we were the day we came here. Nowhere!