I was browsing through her group earlier. I don’t read much of what she posts because I know it’s either stolen or so poorly written that it’s not going to make much sense. Noticed I wasn’t able to see the identity of one of her post viewers. Who am I supposed to be bothering who’s connected to her and feels the need to block me? Really, just tell me if you don’t want me looking in on any of your accounts on whatever sites or make your shit private. No need to block me. :-)

At first I thought it was ridiculous that they were opening the beaches in Florida and SoCal, but we’re getting to the point where those that it’s going to kill would have died off for the most part, and those that are going to get it and live will have gotten it. Even we might have had it back when we had sore throats and felt like we had colds.

Changed my mind again and decided to just keep posting pics on Twitter when I get up. I post more on Facebook than I usually do on Twitter and this way I can quickly look up when I got up whenever I want to.

Yesterday I went riding around the circle six times but never saw Dixie. Her car was there and there were lights on in the back of the house, but I didn’t see anyone outside other than Elaine. What’s weird is that she hasn’t responded to my emails. I don’t know if she’s having computer problems or what but hopefully she’s okay.

I swear Santa lives on his front bench. Both times I took the bike out he was sitting on the bench with one of his dogs next to him and the first time he even started to nod off. What, does he sleep there all night?

I raised the temperature in here because not eating makes me cold. I’m doing intermittent fasting today and believe it or not, I just may get results if I could stick with it. I don’t think I can, though. There would be a lot more skinny people in the world if it was that simple to sustain. I’m not going to decide anything until I see what happens with it. I woke up at 155.2 and before I had an avocado, I slipped down to 154.8. I’m hoping to crash no higher than 155.2 and wake up 153.something but I don’t think that will happen. I’ll probably be 154.something instead. Depending on the results, I’ll decide if I really want to lose weight bad enough to do this more often, if I can stand to. I mean sure, I would definitely be healthier if I did. I could lower my cholesterol, lower my blood pressure even more, lower my risk of diabetes, and gain flexibility. But is it worth the hunger if I’m just going to die someday anyway? I’m not so sure. I kind of go back and forth in my mind on that one. I mean, I’m not 20 years old with my whole life ahead of me but I’m not exactly 80 either.

BP isn’t too bad right now. 136/79. Pulse is 76 which is nice and mellow for me.

In the 6.5 hours I’ve been up, I’ve had a small avocado, a few grapes and melon cubes, a shake, coffee, and that’s it. Planning on more fruit around midnight and some steamed broccoli around 4.

Finished my NaNo story at 10K words, so I’ll begin the editing of that a little at a time. I just can’t get into writing stories as much as I used to even though I’m a better writer than I used to be, and I have all these wonderful tools I didn’t always have. But if I could get a collection of five or six short stories that are around 10K words each, I could publish them as a collection.

I haven’t had a single sale or borrow since the second and I don’t know if it’s because of my one 3-star review or not. I wouldn’t think that would be enough to discourage people, but I don’t know. Maybe someone’s just not meant to make money. Would I have N24 if I were? It seems just as many things are determined by happenstance or maybe even destiny as there are by our own actions. I don’t know what to think as far as trying to figure that much goes, but for whatever reason, I ain’t making shit.

The outside of my ear is bugging me more than the inside these days and it’s SOOO frustrating! This ain’t just TMJ and I know there isn’t a damn thing anyone can do about it. I’m cursed for life cuz they couldn’t leave me the fuck alone and love and accept me as I was.

I swear that not only does my tooth with the large cavity on the bottom annoy me, but it’s like half of my teeth do. I guess it’s because it’s been on my mind and I worry about how soon I can get back to the dentist.

Perhaps it shouldn’t, but it really bothered me when I found that I could run my name on ZabaSearch and pull up my address in an instant. That shouldn’t be anyone’s business! Doesn’t that count as sharing sensitive info? This should be optional. The individual people should decide whether or not any of their sensitive info is shared for anyone in the world to see.

So it took me only two days to re-acclimate to the heat. I would still be worried if I was home alone somewhere in Florida and the AC broke down in the dead of summer because that would not only be a lot more heat than I let the place get up to but humidity as well. I’d love to think that if we went rural, we could still have neighbors similar to some of the ones we have here but no chance. They would be a combination of welfare bums and large families with plenty of dogs. Big dogs.

I had a dream we moved but I don’t think it means anything because it really didn’t make much sense. It’s like we headed for the northeast as opposed to the southeast. People were surprised to meet someone who had lived in Cali and Arizona. That’s more typical of how people in the northeast would react because most of the people there are from there unlike here, Arizona, and Florida where most people are from somewhere else.

In the dream, I said I sometimes missed home which I would never say. I never miss a place I’ve moved from. I may miss some aspects of the place, but I don’t ever miss it to the point where a part of me wishes I could move back or that I still lived there.

Molly must not suspect me anymore for voting her as ugly on her poll since she deleted the tweet accusing me. Hmm… Wonder how many other times she’s mentioned me before deleting the tweet.