Figured out how to deal with my end-of-the-day boredom. I’m gonna fill in the time walking. I’m going to walk an hour earlier in the day just in case I don’t get so bored later on. But since I usually do during my last 2-3 hours, I’ll walk and do puzzles and watch shows at that time.

After pulling my ebooks off Amazon’s shelf when I, along with other authors, was being ripped off by “faulty” devices, I decided to submit a manuscript to Kobo. So we’ll see what happens! It’s the weekend, so I don’t know if they’ll have any readers around to go through it.

Very saddened to learn my bestie is back in the hospital again with another infection, cramps, bleeding, etc. Guess they’re trying to treat it with steroids. Never heard of infections being treated with steroids before. Really sucks that she’d just gotten out of medical debt and that she has to continue to suffer. Like Tom, she rarely swears, so when she said she fucking hates this, I knew it was pretty bad. Meanwhile, certain people go on with their perfect health and I know I should just shut up and be happy for them but it’s hard not to want to scream and shout, “No fair!” Kim and her perfect little 300-pound life whose worst problem is getting caught doing things she’s not supposed to do.

Looked in on Molly and was surprised she hadn’t tweeted in a few days. I know her birthday was on the 1st and she mentioned her mother being sick which I have absolutely no sympathy for whatsoever. She’s usually pretty consistent so my guess is that she changed accounts yet again.

Christine asked where my blog was these days and said she missed it. Decided to keep PB FO and reopen Blogger. Anything private I’ll share with Tammy on Facebook. I’ll keep it mostly generic and mundane in case any doctors or neighbors or anything like that stumbles upon it.

Maybe it was a waste of time, but I decided to say hello to Palma last night who is now a vascular ultrasound student. She really does like a variety of careers! She picked up my message but hasn’t replied.

Decided to run Johnson through ZabaSearch and was surprised to get hits in both Tempe and Phoenix with her first initial on one said to be 54 years old. I have a feeling it’s her, too. But she’s only a year older? I would have thought she was three or four years older. There are numbers listed as well. Thought about calling, but what would I say? “Hey, Johnson, remember me? Do you still flirt with female inmates? Are you even still a jail cop?”

With a last name that common, I doubt I’ll find out her first name, and even if I did, it would still be way too common. Sometimes I wish I had a common name as well and that I was a Mary Smith or a Kathy Jones.

So far, it looks like I definitely was over-treating myself because I’ve been feeling better these last few days. Had a little burning yesterday but an Ibuprofen took care of that. It definitely helps to use the bidet every time I go as well. I can see why people like them no matter what. It really does keep you feeling fresher and cleaner. We’re thinking of getting bidets for both toilets. If we really like them we’ll get one with a dryer in the next place.

The new boyshorts are comfy with one small exception. The seam on the left hip digs into my flesh a little.

I usually get wings or legs when I get chicken but last time around I got thighs and checked out some videos on different ways of seasoning them. I’m going to make one up later on with minced onions and garlic powder. Made one with paprika last night and it was okay.

Had a dream I was doing jury duty although I don’t know what the case was for. Some guy who worked for the courts was scraping what looked like caked-on dirt off of a footstool or something like that because it was supposedly evidence.

When I look down at myself and realized I was in a sports bra and a pair of shorts, I not only didn’t think that was appropriate for court but I wanted to change in case I was interviewed on TV. It turns out I was in luck because I brought my clothes with me, LOL, so I picked out a simple tank dress.

In real life, I never do jury duty. I tell them I have no faith in the system and it’s true, too. When your freeloading neighbors use their detective friend to lie, trick, deceive and manipulate you in every way possible and then falsify evidence that turns your life upside down before you’re vindicated with NO compensation and Mr. Piggy is given the boot, what do you expect? Lots of love and trust? Hardly!

It isn’t just what happened to me personally. My case was far from unique. People get beaten up and railroaded by the pigs all the time. I don’t think most people realize that more often than not, they’re not our friends. Sure, there are some that truly want to protect and serve but most are in it for the power play aspect of it. I once read that most people who get into law enforcement have anger issues and they choose that field so they can act out their aggression. Makes them feel big and in control and all that shit.