Say just came to take the phone book and exchange it for a new one. I’d have been pissed if I’d been asleep just to be woken up over a phonebook. That explains the annoying door-slamming frenzy that’s been going on for hours now. That’s part of it. I guess it was kind of full last night so the housekeepers had more rooms to do than usual.

The best thing is that Tom got the rest of the money without issue, and so now we’re down to just two more things to do; get him a new job, and us a place to live. I still say we’ll never have a real home. Not even a suitable rental that’s at least relatively peaceful with civilized neighbors. The best we can hope for is to get a place that isn’t too wild, as in Phoenix or the duplex.

As for a job, 10-12 bucks is the best he’ll probably be able to do for a while.

I just want a place to live! One where I can sleep and hear myself think when I’m awake! Think that’s too much to ask for? Probably, cuz it’s me asking for it, but we still both agree that we’re anxious for a place to live. I’m going to do all the spells and praying I can, but if it ends up that bad, there’s no saying we have to stick around once we’ve had a little time catching up on lost things, like my stereo, for one. As I said before, God can keep us from where we want to be, but He can’t make us live in bad places if we choose to kill ourselves.