Yesterday turned out to be quiet and I hope today will, too. Then I hope that Jesse will care enough to do something about the dogs when I slip the note in with the rent on Thursday after 4 more days of barking, assuming he’s going to be working during the week.

Got a nice letter from Mary yesterday who says there will always be a special place in her heart for me, and that I’m such a talented writer that she’s waiting for enough story pages to make it in to her before she gets absorbed in it. Well, as I warned her, expect some typos! I can just imagine how many must be in my journal that’s in my word processor, but I’m not going to go back and check. That’d be too much work. You’re talking over 5000 pages covering 21 years of my life!

Got a fruit roll-up sample yesterday and the most disgusting popcorn sample ever. Orville really is the worst when it comes to popcorn. It smelled like lemons and tasted nothing like popcorn at all! The rats were happy to take it off my hands, so it didn’t get wasted.

The rats were so cute when I got up, begging up a storm. First I gave them some bread. Bendejo was content with just that, but of course Puerco had to have some lasagna, then some dessert which was a nice big fat plump grape. It was so cute how he climbed up to the roof of his cage and took hold of it in his little hands.

The Apple GC came, so Tom’s going to pick out something at the Apple store and I’m probably going to get a combo sports bra/tank top in my choice of color (winterberry) from ESPN. What’s cool is that if we shop at these stores through the site from which I won the Apple card, you get a little cash credit for doing so. Tom checked out the site yesterday and was impressed. They even have tons of grocery coupons that can be used anywhere.

The heart palpitations had stopped, but now they’re back. My online research suggests they’re nothing serious and could be caused by nerves, but I didn’t think nerves were that big of an issue for me right now. Then again, Tom’s out of work and we’re not in a position to make money in other ways, so I’m not totally anxiety-free either.

Later…

I am soooo pissed right now! I wanted to proofread, but Jesse wouldn’t let me. It’s all I can do to keep from running up and bashing those fucking dogs in the head with a rock! First he comes out and plays engine-gunning, then he leaves us with the fucking barking! I’m soooooo fucking sick of this shit!!! He better do something about it as of the 1st and not put the responsibility on us, because if it falls on us, he’s not going to like it at all. We won’t be able to take care of things until we move, but we will take care of things in the end if we have to. But like I said, I’d like to see him take responsibility for his own racket instead. They’re his dogs, so he should shut them up.

I wish the fucking cock could take a day off! Just one day off! But he’s going out 6-7 days a week now. It used to be that we’d love it when our neighbors were out, but now it’s just the other way around. I wish he would take just one day to stay inside his fucking house, not come out to go engine-gunning, and not have company unless we didn’t have to know about it when they came and went.

I was in the middle of proofreading when he broke my concentration with the engine gunning before taking off, and now I have to wait for him to return so I can hear just the reader speaking and not the barking, too. This is utterly ridiculous! Why are we never allowed to live in peace no matter what? Would we really ever be able to find peace in the middle of a 40-or-more-acre piece of land? In a retirement community? Or are we just destined to end up with people who can’t keep their racket to themselves no matter where we go???

For the longest time I wished I could keep a schedule so I could be on days, but now I wish I could so I could be on nights. It’s only quiet here at night now! They never used to go off like this when he’d go out before he returned to work, even though he wasn’t always gone as long. Maybe it was because it was hotter then. Yeah, it probably is a temperature thing. I did worry that they’d be a problem once the weather cooled down, but either way, he still needs to do something about it. The engine gunning alone is annoying enough to have to deal with, though I’d rather that, even though it’s much louder because that doesn’t last as long and isn’t as frequent. Either way, it’s just one more reason to really miss summer, and I do!

I might dump the Rainbow Dreams story I started. I got the characters in mind but just can’t come up with any kind of interesting story right now.