I was writing on my private account on MD when “Boo!” popped up in the lower left-hand corner just like it does when someone is reading an entry on my public account.

Laughing at the cute prank, I contacted C on Facebook and asked, “Was that you?” Sure enough, it was. He’s mulling over ideas for Google food and has to write some articles on some things related to his diary site. I offered to help with any proofreading he may want done.

In exchange for that, he’s helping to promote my author page by adding his link to his ad rotation. So after I came up with a brief description - stories of suspense, love, mystery and intrigue with diverse characters - he made it clickable. It’s embedded in his front page as well as some people’s entries.

Speaking of my books, yesterday some asshole going by Jennifer B, even though her profile picture shows a guy, 1-starred and slammed Renting Ginny. Their problem was that I supposedly “led” them to believe it was a romance novel when it was really a horror/thriller that had totally “fucked with their mind and focus,” blah blah blah.

I told them in a reply that it was listed under the suspense genre and not romance. I was worried the book would be very unlikely to ever get another sale or borrow. Yes, people are that impressionable. Just one shitty review would be enough to kill it. People just don’t know how to think and judge for themselves. If something had a bunch of negative reviews, then I could see buying into it.

So I thought about it and decided I should report it. The negative review on Campus Games is one thing because that’s just a person’s opinion (though I do suspect that one may be connected to someone I knew). This, however, was a false statement. They were bashing the book for not being a romance when I never said it was. Not in the description, not in the keywords, and not in the genre category. So I reported it and Amazon surprise me by deleting it. Really thought they would ignore me, but even they could see that their vulgar and poorly worded complaint didn’t make sense. For a split second, I wondered if they could sue me, but Tom reminded me they could stop reading anytime.

So could the sickos in Phoenix.

“That’s different,” he said.

But it isn’t. Maybe in the eyes of the law, but it really isn’t. No one held guns to their heads and said, “Read or die!” It was all about their fucking color, just as they always made it out to be.

But no, Amazon went through it and approved it, and I know that was just me having a paranoid moment after what the welfare bums did to me. Just like I’m always going to be nervous about taking new medication after what I went through with that.

You know, even though they would have turned me into a fucking internet celebrity over what they did to me had the internet been what it is now back in 2000, I wonder if that would have actually gotten me a lot of book sales. People are always curious about criminals, both real and not. If people have spent God knows how much money on Jodi Arias’ artwork, imagine how many people might have been curious to check out the writings of the infamous and God-awful racist who chose to pick on her oh-so-poor neighbors for absolutely no reason at all other than their fucking color. Question is… Would my vindication have been publicized? I doubt it. People seem to only want to shout bad news from their little rooftops.

Still don’t think I’m meant to make much money. Again, you’re not given this kind of sleep curse if you are. Maybe that’s why the internet wasn’t the way it is 20 years ago. Of course, the freeloaders would have fucking loved it for damn sure. At least they got to lose out on that much. Everything else was right on their side and in their favor.

Curious to see if it would work, I sent Maliheh an anonymous email saying I was a concerned person about her “ex-girlfriend” including her name in books and blogs since she dumped her. I wanted to see if she would get it and then show up on my tracker. She didn’t. She still may have gotten it, but she might be hiding these days. Privacy was very important to her.

The day after I sent Stacey her message, I left an 8-second voice clip when I realized we already were connected on Messenger. Not only have I not heard from her, but the voice clip doesn’t seem to have been heard. She might not have gotten it, or she might have gotten it and marked it as unread. Pretty sure I know which one it is and that’s okay.

They laid off 25 people at work but not in Tom’s department. Really don’t see him getting laid off, though. Again, nothing’s going to pave the way for us to get out of here. They have a big project going on now in his department and he even worked quite a bit of OT.

Sent Dixie an email letting her know that next week would be better for me as far as making it down in the morning.

Just about every fucking day this place stinks of skunks which really sucks. But when I was walking down to get the mail the other day, I could not only see that they cut two trees and not just one but that freshly cut wood smell smelled wonderful.

The pigs stunk like hell and I knew most of it was coming from their new plush burrow. Had no problems washing and drying it, but why can’t they do their business in one spot?

I don’t know what it is I’ve been doing right but my BP has been better lately. Where my top number tended to be in the 40s and 50s, it’s been in the 20s and 30s. Also, where the bottom number was around 90, it’s been ranging from the high 70s to low 80s.

I’ve been back to taking full doses of my medication and will continue to do so until it builds up enough to get to me again.

We’re going to be arranging the living room this weekend. Now that the elephant mural is down, he put up the giant projection screen and wants to project workout videos onto them.

Becky shared a 3-minute vid of her hood. Yup, looks like the desert. Reminds me of Maricopa. Wide, open spaces with mountains in the distance. Dry, dusty and barren. I miss it there but still hope to live in a tropical climate, too.

I decided there really is no point in keeping a doc file just for my life’s highlights and all that when can they just remain on Twitter and I can also copy each month to Blogger and Prosebox so I have additional backups, two of them being searchable.

Had a dream I was in a large house with Becky, Sarah and other family members. At one point Becky hissed hatefully, “I hate you.”

But then a second later she was playing a harmonica I don’t own beautifully and I told her, “You earned it. You get to keep it for playing so well.”

Then Sarah was asking if it was close to the end of my day because she knew I needed space in what was a crowded room to do my running in or something like that.