I'm so fucking pissed! Every time we try to save money and make plans, something has to come along and fuck things up. I had hoped that dream I had about my toenail falling off didn’t mean anything, but it sure did. My toenail didn’t fall off, but another crown sure did. Not the one I last lost but one on the bottom instead in the very back. I totally regret getting these things! I should have just had all those fuckers pulled. And of course, the shit always has to hit the fan when I'm on nights. At least it doesn’t hurt.

When he checked the insurance plan, it said it would only be $15 to have it re-cemented. Hard to believe we'd get off that easy, but if nothing else needs to be done, then that’s all it should cost. Since I’m not in any pain, I’m going to wait until I’m staying up later in the morning—probably either Friday, or I’ll just wait until Monday. 

I’m almost at the border of Lithuania with 1,600 miles left to go on the entire ride.

The cramps in my lower stomach have been more annoying lately, but I still don’t think it’s anything to worry about—God, I hope not! If I suddenly needed surgery, it could really set us back. I’m not sure it’s connected to any of my lady parts. Tom thinks it could be my hip since hip pain can radiate toward that area. He’s had that problem at times. Just as long as it’s not a twisted or burst cyst. Worst case, of course, would be ovarian cancer, because if it were that, I’d probably be dead soon enough. From what I read, they don’t usually catch it until it’s too far gone. I can’t see it being that, though, since I don’t have other symptoms. That’s a good thing because as long as I’m not crazy tired or suffering from systemic anxiety or depression, I definitely don’t want to die now. It feels great to say that too! I want to live to return to the desert with my husband. I want to have the fun of picking out a place and building it up. I’m not looking forward to the cold, the hunters, or the sonic booms, but it’ll be worth it in the end and so much cheaper. I want to love it and stay there until it’s time to move into an apartment or assisted living or whatever. 

My shoulder still hurts too, but I’m almost positive it’s frozen shoulder, so it shouldn’t last forever, though it could still take quite a while.

The red car has joined the truck once again. Still don’t know if it’s Ray, but if it’s not, I wonder if something happened to him. 

Looking forward to completing my bio so I can get back to my stories, but I still have a ways to go. Thought I’d finish this month, but maybe not.