Had a hard time sleeping so I took some Tylenol PM. It's noon. I just woke up. "HE" still isn't back, but I didn't expect him, anyway.

Feeling bad about how I acted with the drunk neighbor. Not for the drunk neighbor but for Art. He's been serious since then, not his crazy self. He came over last night to check on me. Didn't say much. Just asked me if I had some candy, which I don't keep in the house. Still got my hug and kiss when he left.

I'm still hating the drunk neighbor and wondering what kind of trouble I'd be in if every time he comes over, I sprayed him with pepper spray. He's not too drunk nor too stupid to know better than to set foot on my property. He comes right up to the fence line but that's it.

I'm thinking Jerry had better not come home, either!! I'm not taking and crap from ANYONE!!