Another day as God’s little puppet. The room on our left has been wonderfully empty for two weeks now, but the end room’s been occupied by people who are horribly noisy. It’s been terrible! If it weren’t for me hearing that they’re leaving tomorrow, I’d be complaining for damn sure. They bang and stomp around all morning long. There’s a couple there. The lady, who’s the only one who can walk normally, leaves around 8:00. The guy follows a couple of hours later. The mother-fucker walks harder than Andy ever did! How can a human being walk so hard and not hurt themselves? Stomping like that has to wreak havoc on the joints. The reason I know they’re leaving tomorrow is cuz the cock talks so damn loud that I could make out enough words he was saying to whoever he was talking to on the phone when I put my ear to the wall yesterday morning. He’ll be home on Saturday and in Florida on Sunday. Good, cuz after nearly a week of this shit, I’ve had enough! I’m sure new trouble will replace this because there are hardly any people left in this world who can be quiet, but if I can get a few days in between loud, rude obnoxious assholes, great.

They’ve been putting people under us more often lately, which sucks, too. They’ve just got to slam the door along with everyone else and so the vibration jolts me awake when they do it when I’m asleep.

Right now I’ve got my headphones on cuz I don’t want to hear the shit next door. How can I possibly have faith in God after so many years of being hounded by noise like this everywhere I go??? Well, I don’t as far as Him ever allowing us to live in peace because I know He’ll never let us. Of that much, I’m sure of. That alone just makes me want to kill myself at times! I just hate living a life that can never be my own and that I can’t have much say in.

Without those horses performing a miracle, we’re stuck in this room indefinitely, and this is no way to live. I wish I was a noise freak like most people! If I could only dig noise and not care about ever seeing our stuff again, Tom could just get a job within walking distance of this place, quit driving again, get rid of our stuff, and see about getting into an end room on the other side. At least that room’s bigger and has two beds.

Sae or Sei came to do our room yesterday if that’s how you spell her name. It’s short for something but definitely pronounced like the word "say." This is the scrawny Asian woman in her late 40s or so. The housekeepers are taking longer lately cuz they’ve gotten to know me, so they like to chat more. All except for the last time the Indian bitch was here, and the two times the other Indian was here. I don’t think she even knows enough English to chat as it is.

As for the truck, he wants to work on it some more before he makes a second attempt at emissions. Meanwhile, he says there have been cops all around him, yet no one’s bothered paying any attention to him, so I guess there’s no immediate hurry. Still, if we’re going to be stupid enough to keep on living lives that can never belong to us, I want it done and over with real soon!