We’re going to be getting back a little over $600 in taxes. It will finish paying off the new washer, but not the trip that RC should have given us at least a partial refund on. But hey, people die on their cruises and there are no consequences for that, so why should there be for heatstrokes and shitty service? Either way, we planned to take a couple of years to pay for the damn vacation.

I’m now wearing my sore-boob bras. Really hope I’m not on time again.

My new white dress looked so shitty on me that I turned it into a fringed crop top.

So I won an issue of a rat magazine based in Canada on Facebook, a site I now only use to check for messages. Sure enough, the top part of the newsfeed that I could see was Trump this, Trump that. So I said, fuck it. I’ve had enough of this shit. I didn’t even backscroll through the feed to catch up. If anyone needs to get ahold of me they can always message me.

“Doesn’t the thought of living in Florida and then Hawaii seem like a fun adventure?” I asked Tom last night.

I thought he would answer with something like, “I guess so,” meaning that if it’s what I want to do, no problem, he’ll go along with it, etc.

Instead, he answered with, “Yup.”

LOL, we’re both definite adventurers who don’t stay in one place too long. I just can’t imagine spending more than 10-15 years in the same place. As I said, the world is too big to stay in one spot forever. We’ll probably end up being in this place for 11-15 years, which will be a record-breaker for us.

It’s nice to have things to look forward to in the future, even at our ages, when so many things aren’t new and exciting anymore. I’ve been cruising, I’ve been to other countries, and I’ve had lots of fun and amazing experiences in my life since I never had kids. While that’s a good thing, it has a way of changing your perspective on things. I’ve never been to Europe yet, but if I were suddenly there, it wouldn’t be the big deal it would be if I’d never left the country before. So the thought of visiting Hawaii may not be new and exciting (I would still LOVE to vacation there), but the thought of actually living there sure is.

The only negative to Hawaii besides the costs that I thought of is the fact that it’s not a “kill” state. In other words, if you’re terminally ill they won’t help you end your suffering like they would if you were a dog or a cat. You just have to tough it out on your own until the end.

There’s this insanely loud silver car belonging to someone who recently moved in on the other side of the circle. They came and went 4 times between 10:30 last night and midnight. Not only was this incredibly annoying but suspicious as well. It will be interesting to see if they do this again tonight.

I don’t know where I was in one of my dreams last night, but Johnson was in it. I overheard her tell someone she had a baby a few months ago.

She’d never have kids even if she wanted one. She might have a kid with a girlfriend, though I doubt she ever did. She was already in her late 30s when I last knew her. Damn, I would love to know her Facebook link! And a few others. I never knew her first name, though. I would still be willing to bet it was either Rachel or Rebecca, but Johnson is too common a name to look up. I wonder if she’s even still a detention officer with all the flirting she did. A women’s jail is every lesbian’s dream come true.

I also dreamed I was in what looked like the house I grew up in. I was talking to a 20-something black woman in the front bedroom that was mine when I got older. She was propped up in bed watching TV and reading a book or using some kind of device.

I looked at the clock and saw it was 2:45 PM. Panic suddenly hit me when I realized the bus I was expecting to take someplace out of town would be leaving in 15 minutes. I asked if she would drive me to the bus stop since I didn’t think I could run there in time. She nodded and rose from the bed.

I don’t know why, but I quickly began to undress, sleeves so tight I had to literally tug them off.

It annoyed me that the woman moved so slowly, but I didn’t want to demand that she speed up and risk pissing her off.

The last dream was really weird. I was in a small movie theater or at least something that resembled one. The lights were on and people were being served ice cream. Someone who worked there announced somebody’s chocolate ice cream over a speaker in the ceiling.

I was with a woman and her two sons who were in their late teens. She got them some new clothes and had me try them on. I realized that I must be as big as her boys in order for her to ask me to try them on.

Some guy did something to the boys the mother didn’t like, and a few minutes later the woman asked him, “And my two kids did what to you?” in a defensive and challenging voice.

The guy said he was leaving.