I have what may be some good news, but first, I was reading about how Susan Atkins died a few days ago. I was always fascinated with the Manson case. Disgusted as with any other heinous crime, but fascinated nonetheless. Andy was once in the house Sharon Tate and the others were killed in which they were renting at the time. He thought it strange to be standing in the exact spot on the lawn in which Abigail Folger was stabbed to death and looking up at the rafters inside the house that they slung the ropes over.

It makes me wonder yet again what kind of afterlife may or may not await us. Is Susan in hell? Is there even a hell? Is she having this grand confrontation with Sharon? Has Sharon forgiven her (I hope not)? Or could it be that God’s saying to Susan, “It’s a good thing you killed Sharon’s unborn child? He only would’ve grown up to rape and murder dozens of women.”

Guess we’ll never know till our own time comes.

We’re still getting our mail delivered to the UPS Store for free. This is because when they switched locations they messed up their records.

Tom went to check for messages on the cell phone and was surprised to find there weren’t any minutes left. Knowing that that couldn’t be, he called them from the landline and found he was being charged a dime every time someone would call. And with all the things we do online, that’s like every other minute. So they said that was an error on their part and they gave him more minutes than he lost, but they’re still charging him, so he’s gotta call back on Monday.

Passed Portuguese 202 with a 90%. Next, it’s on to French, then maybe German, then Romanian.

Ok, the good news that I HOPE really is good news. First, I awoke in the early evening and told Tom I had a dream where we were once again in a two-story house. I don’t get the two stories since we both agree we want to stick to small places from now on. Not microscopic like this 500-square-foot trailer, but 1000 square feet would suit us just fine. 1200-1500 would be most comfy, but we could get by just fine with 1000, and believe me, 1000 would be a luxury to us! I no longer collect dolls, and once we get a place of our own, I’m going to take what dolls I don’t end up selling and enclose them in a case of some kind so that they’re not scattered all over the place. This way I also won’t have to dust the damn things.

So anyway, I not only have this dream about the house, but about receiving insurance come Christmastime, and something about a job. Only I couldn’t recall what the job was about for the life of me.

Interestingly enough, though, Tom may have a pretty decent home job that’s actually legit and that doesn’t ask you to pay to work for anyone or waste your time seeing if you qualify for something. It’s recommended for college kids or people who are between jobs. I don’t think you could make enough to live on, but it might be a damn good way to supplement your income. Way better than any of the survey or paid-email sites. He learned about making money on Amazon through an article he read. I guess there’s a huge database with a network of companies that want everything from comments to reviews, pictures, opinions, general information, etc. It’s a bunch of companies looking to gather info that would rather pay tons of people pennies apiece to give them that info, rather than hire someone. Most of the things only pay a few cents, but there are millions of different things that could really add up. We’re hoping it will anyway. Some expire in hours, some days, some up to a year. One company was willing to pay 35¢ for posting a picture of a birthday cake that you made. Another paid 3¢ just to be told what gender you were. Some of the funnier ones asked how long it took for rigor mortis to set into a guinea pig and if you had experience talking with ghosts.

The biggest thing is being honest, taking your time, and not doing it when you’re tired. He’s going to be checking it out on his own for a while and if it amounts to anything significant I’ll create my own account. We’ve wanted a home job for ages now, especially for me who doesn’t drive and can’t keep a damn schedule. As long as I had a few free hours each day to hang with him, clean, work out, and do some writing, I’d work from the minute I got up till the minute I crashed if they were willing to PAY ME FOR MY DAMN TIME AND EFFORT!