My lowest low was 121 pounds, but lately I’ve been bouncing between 123-125. As much as I love to eat I doubt I’ll lose anymore.

Did the cyberbullying stop because Tammy the drama queen got sick of me and my journal, or because she came to realize that it doesn’t do her any good? Don’t know for sure. I only know that my words can never hurt anyone. Only their own sensitivity and paranoia can hurt them!

The freeloader’s dogs were hanging out here barking right before midnight. Then we heard one crying in the ditch like it got hurt or something, but they’ll be back, I’m sure. My guess is they’re turning them loose at night. If they’d been out and about in the daytime we’d have seen and heard them. These things don’t wander around quietly. Ah, Mexican neighbors. They’re the best!

Jesse left a message – yes, he really used the phone, believe it or not – to say he did switch over to the ditch, so we should use bottled water. He probably came down while Tom was either in the shower or out running errands (I slept all day), and so that’s probably the only reason he left the message. So he tells us to use bottled water a whole day AFTER switching to the ditch. That’s smart. Bottled water is all we do use now since it became obvious enough that there’s going to be regular problems be it because of Jesse’s own stupidity, his damn dogs, or something else.