Damn Amazon and their glitches! I swear something up there does not want my books to get any reviews. Aly left a review but it’s not visible. This isn’t the first time this has happened with reviews not posting so I finally complained to Amazon, assuming I complained in the right place. Amazon is a very complex site and they make contacting them rather difficult. Either way, I’m pretty much counting on not getting any reviews at this point. In fact, I may quit publishing with them because it’s too much work for too little money. It was just meant to be a fun hobby of mine anyway.

So I’m going to be quitting two things, sugar and not writing but probably publishing. the odds of making any real money in writing have always been like winning the lottery just like with trying to get a record contract or something like that. Besides, I learned years ago that you can’t make something be that wasn’t meant to be. That’s okay. I can still have fun with it and I will.

Just like sleeping normally and having a woman I was really attracted to wasn’t meant to be, I learned years ago that I wasn’t meant to have a job or career of any kind either so maybe that’s part of why the reviews aren’t “meant” to go through. I mean maybe something up there is interfering with reviews because the more reviews you get, the more notoriety I would think your books get. It’s so fucking frustrating, though, and I’m so pissed because Aly would have gladly read and reviewed everything of mine. This may have really helped, too. Then again, during the time I had the two books published, I had four-star ratings and still didn’t make shit. So it isn’t about the ratings but about fate. What if I was suddenly a perfect singer who was also young and gorgeous? The odds of this earning me much money are next to nothing.

Although it was fun to try, I don’t think I’m going to get this peel-off nail polish again. It actually takes longer to peel the damn stuff off than it does to remove it with nail polish remover, and the ones with glitter wash off every time I wash my hands.

Today is the sunniest it’s been in a while, so I went down to the lake. It was cold enough to see my breath in the air but otherwise gorgeous.

The doll is still listed as “awaiting shipment.” It’s already the weekend in China so I guess she’ll sit there at the factory waiting to be picked up until Monday.

Last night I dreamed I was waiting in a large waiting room with a couple of detectives. I don’t know if I was a witness or why I was with them, but I wasn’t handcuffed or anything, so I guess I didn’t do anything wrong. It seemed like we’d been sitting in the room forever with dozens of other people when I complained about getting tired and wanting to go home. One of the female detectives insisted I stay, though.

Then I dreamed that Virginia was sitting at a small card table at the side of the road where it forms a T on Oak. She asked us when we expected to move and we both told her we had no set moving date. She seemed irritated and said something about getting people upset by not knowing exactly when we would move.

In another dream, I was at Mary’s place when I felt a fork underneath her carpet. I thought that maybe if I turned it upside down somehow the tines wouldn’t poke through the carpet but wasn’t able to maneuver the fork around through the thick carpet.