Found an old flame on MySpace last night. Yeah, she wasn’t much of one seeing that we only got together twice and there were some strange things about her that bugged me, but I said hello, nonetheless. That’d be to Ann Marie. We got together once right before I left S. Deerfield, then again when I got down to Norwich. She was very feminine just like I always was. Guess she’s still in Enfield. So now she too, can read my journals if she wants.

Tom ran into Jesse on the ATV yesterday who asked if everything was ok. Tom mentioned trying to sell the flooring and that as soon as he gets $100 for it (which seems unlikely) he’ll give him the remaining $100 he owes. He said not to worry about it. Ah, but the correct answer would’ve been to forget about it. He’s working, we aren’t.

Well, the weather’s cooling down which means more of Whiskey. The cooler it gets the more he goes off on whatever it is behind his house that’s been stirring him up. I just know that if I have to listen to his shit, I’d rather do it from in back than from right here in front. After all, this is a something’s-stirring-me-up kind of bark and not I’m-lonely-don’t-leave-me. I’d like to think that Jesse permanently moved the dogs in back because of the way one chewed the faucet and drained the well, but the fact that they’ve sometimes seemed to start barking in front when whatever it is in back got their attention, then faded off as they ran in back, shoots that lovely theory down the drain.