I’m so fucking pissed! Tom has to lose yet another day of work, this time thanks to MLK Day. Every single month there’s something. Next month it will be President’s Day. So Monday we’ll get to lose another $100 all because some cock “had a dream.” I had a dream, too. That dream was about someone, somewhere hiring him on in a world of ever-growing temps. Should we make my dream a fucking holiday, too?

Other than the usual engine gunning sprees and barking fits, we went out for a while. We picked up the mail and browsed around Goodwill. They had a shitty selection of incense, dolls and stuffed animals, and they didn’t have any wind chimes. They did have a whirly gig which I got because my other one broke. This one’s nicer and more colorful. It was only $2.

For just $5 we got an excellent sound machine for the kitchen since a certain someone seems to think his responsibility as a dog owner stops when he leaves his house. It works great, though, and has a good selection of sounds. It’s kind of sad that whether we’re in the city or out in the country we have to have them going if we don’t want to hear anyone else’s shit, but it’s better than having no defense at all. At least this way I’m not as likely to have my train of thought disrupted when I’m writing, though it makes it hard to do my language studies or watch movies. I wanted to watch a movie last night, but the prick was out, the dogs went crazy, and so I went to Gamesville instead and tried to win a few hundred bucks at bingo to no avail. Maybe tonight I’ll be able to watch something.

I saw Fatal Rescue a few nights ago. It was damn good, too.

On the way back we grabbed some KFC. It’s been a while since we stopped there so it was a nice treat. Tomorrow, however, it’s back to dieting and exercising.

I made a half-assed attempt to sew Velcro hooks onto my robe to replace the belt. It will hold but I should’ve cut longer strips. I’ll redo it some other time. I like it better than the belt because the belt slips loose as I wear it.

The weather’s been nice. Chilly at night, but fit for shorts during the afternoons. We’ve had the heat off for 9 hours now, too.

It seems no matter how many times I swear I won’t talk to Nane unless she contacts me first, I go and say hi on her wall or send her a message or something. But hey, I’m getting better because I went for two weeks this time around. So I won’t contact her till around February 7th unless I hear from her first, making the next time around a 3-week reign of silence. Or maybe I won’t bother. I mean, what’s the point? She did say, however, that she’ll let me know when she’s read my book.

In other news, she told me she had fun swimming, sunbathing, shopping, drinking and enjoying the warm weather in Turkey. Oh, and she was with a 31-year-old guy, too. I don’t know if she went down there with him or if she went to some club and met him there, but she says she’s “not one of those cougars, it just happens.”

And it just “happens” that no opportunity ever presents itself to me here in the good ole USA. Should I be all that surprised, though? I live like a hermit.