Woke up again at 140.0, so that’s 3 days in a row, unlike ever before. But I don’t think I’m going to get into the 130s until I figure out a way to cut my cals even more.

Won another pair of Hanes panties, but that’s it, as usual. It’s the 4th pair I’ve won from them. This time around it was a tan bikini in size 6. It’s amazing to know I can squeeze this big old ass into a 6 now. I think I like the hipsters the best, so that’s what I’ll start listing as my choice on the weekly entry forms. They’ll continue to be giving away 500 pairs a week till the end of the year.

The renters were shooting again earlier. Yeah, I’m not surprised. Complaining on renters is only a temporary fix, then they’re right back to their old shit. I’ve lived with enough renters to know this. They fired two “test” shots. I remember when the blacks would get testy, hoping that maybe, just maybe, we’d simply sit back and take their shit and not complain. They’d be quiet for a while after a complaint, then slowly build back up into their usual chaos. So next week, we’ll probably get 4 shots, 6 the next, then someone will have to complain again to shut them up for another month straight.

Jesse also got on my nerves today constantly coming and going as much as any other neighbor we’ve had. Either that, or also like any other neighbor we’ve had, he’s having a lot of company. More so than usual.

Tom and I, especially me, have come to realize that there just isn’t going to be any insurance anytime soon and that we’re just going to have to pay for a dentist ourselves. Dental insurance doesn’t cover much more than the basics anyway, and I need teeth pulled, fakes put in, and a whole lot of work done that far exceeds the basics. So hopefully – hopefully – we can get things started in a couple of months.

Boy, something wants him at Comtek real, real bad. Bad enough that I guess it was silly of me to worry about them laying him off. I mean first he has to miss work so we can play poor-ass bums when he’s a brand new employee, then he’s conveniently “guided” from above into accidentally asking for 30K on his resume (at least it seemed that way), and now he can’t get out because of the recession going on. Only this time around he’s not stuck at a job so he can have a nice raise. This time we both don’t get any insurance out of it, but we do have to pay nearly twice as much rent, plus a couple hundred in gas each month. And all with less money. I’m glad we got to live in a place that’s still much more peaceful than any other place I’ve ever lived, but California doesn’t seem to be full of the golden opportunities we sure thought it would be. The sweeps are shitty as hell, and even the samples are going down the tubes lately. We’re just so totally stuck in a rut, even if things are going ok overall. He could get another job, yes, but it too, would not include insurance. Fewer places are offering insurance or making employees pay a fortune for it because the economy is just horrible.