Back to water problems again. This time Jesse says he thinks it’s the relay switch that turns the pump on and off that’s broken, so he has to wait till tomorrow to get someone out here. The water pressure’s just enough to do what we need to do, but I’m holding off with things like laundry. I just hope the motel dreams that have been haunting me every night don’t mean that’s where we’re going to have to end up for a while, but if we do, he’s paying for it, not us.

Oh, that little wittle cock! It woke me up twice. First with a power failure which was probably when the well went out (I figure the stupid idiot turned our electricity off by accident), then by driving down here to tell Tom what was up, because it’s too lazy to call. All I remember is hearing a loud motor and what was probably the door to his truck.

The good news is that Tom got my slot bot up and running. It’ll be nice to have that until they add a security code or just disappear altogether.

My new goal is to maintain the 142 pounds I’ve been at since I can’t lose any more without starving.