We contacted Simple Green, the one that was putting on various contests we thought we won the $500 Walmart GC from, and it turns out we didn’t win that one. What a pisser! Instead, we won a year’s supply of Simple Green products. Oh well. At least it’s something.

I ordered the Cher doll I wanted from Walmart before we found out what prize we really won, but Tom said that due to all the overtime, it’s ok. Besides, I got such a good deal on it. She’s normally $40 and I’m getting her for $25.

Once they updated their stats on the horse site, we saw that two days ago we actually did great, but yesterday we lost a little money. Tom says it’s just cuz he was rushed and couldn’t do it right. I say I see a familiar pattern and that we’ll soon be settling for a rocking apartment with no peace, no privacy, for who knows how many years. I’m sick of not having our stuff and having to live in one room, so if it’s inevitable anyway, then we may as well get the settling over with and just get a fucking apartment. It would be economically smart, I wouldn’t have to be pestered by housekeepers, I could have an oven (I miss baking) and Tom wouldn’t have to do yard work. I mean, as long as it’s not in the slums, could it really be that much noisier than this place? Besides, noise and settling are all I know anyway, so it wouldn’t be anything new. I’m so used to it I couldn’t imagine life any other way, and if by some miracle I could’ve lived in peace, I’d have only been paranoid about losing it. We don’t have to be here. We should’ve and could’ve settled months ago had we not been so damn stubborn. As I’ve said a zillion times before, if we were meant to live where we wanted, we’d be doing it. The more we sit around dreaming, the less we’ll accomplish.

I just wish that truck was licensed! Something up there likes to see us lose things. If we could lose a house, why not a truck, too?