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The Journal of A. Paige White Condo Commandos
08/01/2006 05:40 p.m.
Chip was so utterly disgusted. hehehe... Father God, please bless, and refresh him. I know it just crushes his spirit to see such an inequity. They got a palace (on wheels of course-how they qualified for FEMA assistance in the first place is beyond him & me). Go figger. I don't understand why I NEED to live in a camper right now. I NEED to keep the temporal aspect of this life so much before my eyes that I NEED to live in a temporary shelter. A shelter that barely shelters from the elements. This is just so weird. I do not want to live in a house anymore. Not at all. So weird. I can't figure it out. WHAT DOES THIS MEAN? WHAT? WHAT? WHAT? How many days before you explain this one, Adonai?
The man of the palace on wheels fame, turns out to be a tremendously nice fellow. I guess it was the neighbor that rubbed Chip raw on his last occasion there. This fellow is the head of the Mississippi housing development in Biloxi. Chip couldn't say enough nice things about him. He even stayed to help clean up after Chip set the "palace" for him.Kept trying to offer him a beer, lol. Would not have been a good idea. Chip gets dehydrated just from working the normal sets, on the ground. This set was on the tennis court behind where the condos used to be. I know how hot it was in Jackson yesterday just standing outside on the grass in the shade, so I can only imagine what an inferno it was to set a trailor on asphalt. He was so wiped out, I made him get off the phone so he could safely drive the de-act back to the compound without my voice as a distraction. He scares me sometimes with his exhaustion at the end of the day.
I am currently Better
I am listening to a humming air conditioner
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