So Monday came and went, the day the drama queen sister promised to call the pigs if we didn’t call her by Sunday. Or make that if he didn’t call by Sunday.

Geez, you crazy bitch, I’d say they weren’t so eager to see me after all… IF you really even called them.

As I had told Tom, legal problems were never my concern. I knew I’d done nothing wrong. My concern was her pulling some crazy shit like calling the cops and saying she heard I was going to harm myself or someone else, insisting they get over here quickly, me being asleep when they came to the door, and then them kicking the door down.

But then he reminded me about swatting and how some innocent people got killed over a prank gone wrong, which has made the cops extra cautious when someone demands they go running to someone’s place for some reason.

Had a dream he came home all excited and told me he got a $1 raise. I have a strong feeling that this means something good, too. :-)

All my current devices now have lock screens. It’s so unlikely they’d ever be stolen but one can never be too cautious.

Went through the flower jewelry box that sits on my dresser, organized it and got rid of old shit I haven’t used in years and likely never will again.

I was deciding whether or not to finish my story, due to the lack of sales causing my motivation to drop, and the fact that it’s going to be pretty short. A little too short. Then an idea hit me. Instead of not bothering to publish the handful of short stories I have, maybe I can publish them as a collection. It’s something I’ll have to think about. Then again, I just checked and Kinky Katrina is published by itself with 30 pages while Suki’s story has already beaten that by two pages and isn’t even done.

My legs are still sore, so no vids for me today either, but I’ll go hit the treadmill now.