Incredibly, the propane guy not only came the day he was supposed to, but I may’ve slept through most of it as well. I slept with both sound machines on really loud and an earplug in the good ear. When I woke up and stumbled out of the bedroom, I thought the guy was just pulling in, but he was actually just leaving. This gives me hope of never having to be woken up by Jesse again as long as I make sure I turn the sound machines up and use the earplug when I’m sleeping during the daytime. Then the worst he can do is annoy me with coming down here, and I’d rather that than be woken up. I can’t believe no one’s been down since the 12th!

Anyway, other than working and swapping emails with my top cyber pals, I’m working on my bio tonight. The next chunk should be posted soon. I added new info regarding my lovely tormentors of the 90s and 00s. This is because I learned more after I wrote the part of my bio that covers them and their shit which is part of why it was taken down for editing. I can’t believe I left out the part about the little note they put in our mailbox slot trying to arrange a little orgy with us, plus the phone message preaching racial harmony. But I guess that’s just because they did so much shit to us it’s hard to keep track of everything. Especially when you’re trying to forget such assholes and get on with your life.

I also added that my disability benefits were terminated around the time I got married, another thing I was shocked to find I’d left out.

D starts her new job on Monday! Aren’t you glad you didn’t drink? I asked her. She said yes, though a beer still sounded good at the time, LOL. But as I told her, a lot of things “sound” good. When I tell myself what I wish I could do to my perpetrators, it sounds like music to my ears. Yet I know I never can because then they’d have a legit, honest-to-God reason to throw me in jail. So I’ll just have to keep on listening to that music.

So yay for D, boo for us, still having to sit around like we’re a couple of dumb-ass, lazy people who don’t give a shit about nothing. I wonder if I’ll ever accept the fact that no matter how ready, willing and able we are to get ahead, we just never will. All I can see is him not working for 2-3 years, then starting at shit pay and slowly climbing to maybe $12 over a 5-year period, while our dream home continues to be just that – a dream. I hope I’m wrong and that he, who believes he’ll be working this summer, is right. He says he thinks there’ll be a big push for jobs because it’s an election year, and if the people up for election don’t do something to get the jobs going again, they get voted out.