We’ve had civilized neighbors on both sides of us for a week now, so I hope they don’t check out anytime soon. Especially since we may not be checking out anytime too soon ourselves. Tom called the woman and was told everything was all set as far as receiving our $9000 check goes, but since she’s not the one in charge of sending it, she couldn’t say when it would be sent. In other words, the sponsors, who are the ones cutting it, may take forever to do so, further trapping us in this little room we never seem to be able to get out of!

And to spoil my night even more, the browser the BOT was created to work in is down, so I’m losing valuable Netwinner time, too.

Everything’s such a waiting game for us! Even the housekeeper put our lives on hold for a while a couple of days ago. We waited and waited and had to call the office to get service because the bus stop housekeeper overlooked us. Thay started to do that once, too. Why won’t these damn foreigners learn to read if they’re not going to go back to their own damn country where they belong? I can see them coming here to escape their fucked up traditions but for opportunity? Well, that’s rather hit or miss, isn’t it? Or else we wouldn’t be stuck in this room for as long as we have been!

Anyway, the bus stop lady confirmed my suspicions, given how long it took her to do the end room when those assholes checked out; they trashed the place. Yeah, fat and filth sure do go hand in hand. I still don’t get why people who are huge and or poor think that automatically means they have to be slobs, but they do, nonetheless.

Tom hurt his back at work and said he felt flushed all day, though not sick. I hope he’ll be ok!

Oh, to be able to own a house outright in a nice peaceful place with him working from home! Or not working at all.

I still pray every day, though it still feels kinda weird. I don’t like the idea of knowing that if I don’t “behave” then God or whatever’s up there, will more or less get me for it. It goes to further my belief that God not only really does play favorites, but He also doesn’t love us all unconditionally either like I would think any good God would. But if praying a few minutes each day is what I have to do in order to keep things running more smoothly, then so be it. It won’t kill me to do so.

But we were nearly killed a few months ago and He just might’ve let it happen had I not turned to Him and that’s still a bit unnerving to know. I had to literally beg for our lives. If I get mad at Him for the things he’s allowed to happen to me, instead of any form of sympathetic compensation to help make up for it, I get punished. This just doesn’t sit right with me, but for reasons I’m sure I’ll never understand, there’s nothing I can do about it either. I hate the idea of “kissing ass,” but if that’s what I’ve got to do to ensure our safety, then oh well. There are worse things to have to do for a little less chaos in our lives.