I’ve been concentrating more on writing and less on sweeping. It’s all I can do. The connection’s been horrible. There are just way too many people here now. It’s weird that there are more people after Labor Day, but I knew that if motels in Klamath Falls, Oregon of all places could be filled up in the fall, then the Sacramento ones surely would be.

Anyway, I’m not going to bother renewing my OLS premium subscription when it expires on the 2nd for a few reasons.

1. The connection sucks.
2. I’m not winning shit anyway.
3. There are more and more sweeps with restrictions and requirements.
4. I can’t use the Shazam feature here.
5. I can’t do the dailies every day.

Tinkerbell’s been dead for a month now. I sure do miss her! So does Tom.

Tom finally found his original birth certificate. So now he can finally get a California license. Ah, but can he get a better job? He’s getting to hate this job as much as his old one, and it’s looking less and less promising, too.

With just two wins this month, the win curse is still on, but is the money curse? Well, we’re not exactly broke. This week’s check was for $500, take home. The problem is that it’s all going to this goddamn bumpy, bangy place! I wish the people to our left would leave if that’s really where most of the banging spurts are coming from, and I think it is. Could be behind us or the dude on the end, but I don’t think so. Yet I’m sure we’ll be stuck with them till at least mid-October when Mary turns 30.

At least Tom’s no longer stuck with the loud music on the job. He complained again and this time it was banned from his area altogether.

I misunderstood him about overtime, too. I thought he said you could work up to 12 hours extra per week, but he said it’s 12 hours a day.

Now’s when I gotta make sure I don’t settle just so I can get out of here sooner because I’ll be forced to settle enough as it is in a house. We could probably get into an apartment in just 2-3 weeks, and while I’d love to shorten our stay here, I’ve got to remind myself that a house would be noisy enough because we’re not allowed to live in peace, so there’s no reason to make it real damn noisy just cuz I want out of here.

Got a Mary letter. She’s really getting into the idea of lesbianism, saying there are these sites where people submit their lesbian sex stories that she’s into. I wonder if she has internet access there. If so, then of course they’ve got emails blocked so she can’t email me, which sucks. Anyway, it’s a good thing she’s developing more interest in women because when she gets out of there, she’s going to be older and heavier, so she’s going to have a harder time getting guys as opposed to women. And of course, if she doesn’t get out before 40, she’ll be getting out with close to zero appetite either way.

I attached 5 of my stories to an email to Jessie to check out whenever she has time until I finish the one I’m working on now, which she’s read the beginning of.