Someone asked what Tammy the drama queen meant by threatening me with not getting the last word.

I don’t know. Psych cases are hard to figure out at times. It’s like she’s in this competition with me that only she’s competing in.

And “the good one” and “the good niece?”

I don’t have a clue about that one either. If there’s a “good” niece, does that mean there’s a “bad” one, too? I know who really wrote that message, but I can see where one would wonder, if she’s the good one, then who’s the bad one? Like I said, who can figure such a head case out, and is it really worth the bother?

Anyway, my life seems so empty now, but I just don’t know what to fill it with as we sit here and wait and wait and wait for the damn job market to loosen up. I found another little online job at another paid email site, but at this rate, Tom will be out of work for another year! I would still rather be stuck in this rut for the rest of our lives than go through the kind of hell we went through when we first moved here.

I’m still having a scattering of chest and left arm pains, but I still don’t think anything’s wrong with my heart due to the types of pains I’m getting in comparison to those described by people who’ve had heart problems.

Not much else to say other than that the nights are getting cooler than I’d like, and the cooler weather’s already bringing about more barking. I heard a couple of fits before and after midnight, but it wasn’t close enough to be annoying. I couldn’t tell which direction it was in either. It almost sounded like Brandy going off on something in back of her house, but I can’t believe she would go off without Whiskey going off along with her.