The two questions of the day, strictly out of sheer curiosity and not because it matters one way or the other, are as follows.

Did the drama queen really run to the pigs? It’s definitely something she would do and what she said regarding Tom, if the transcriptions were correct, suggests she did since I don’t see why she would suddenly go looking him up. She probably did the same thing in Connecticut and obviously, she was laughed out of both police departments.

But if she did go to the pigs, it makes no sense that they would run his name either if the problems she had was with me. And why would she and her brood troll me if she went to the pigs? Maybe out of frustration of being told she didn’t have a case?

The other question is whether or not it was Tom that kept me from conceiving (unintentionally or not). Well, they didn’t find my fallopian tubes to be clogged and didn’t say anything appeared to be wrong with my uterus other than a horn shape which wouldn’t necessarily cause infertility, so unless my eggs are damaged or his sperm is worthless, then yeah, I’d say it was him. Maybe not cumming really does lower a woman’s chance of conceiving dramatically. Again, that’s great that we didn’t have kids, but did I really need to go through so much emotional anguish?

Back to Tammy. The little termite hasn’t tried to get in touch with me so she’s either unaware of what I did or doesn’t know I’m behind it. A few weeks or so ago, I anonymously contacted her park, assuming she’s still there, and said I was on vacation (for when they check their visitor log and see I’m in another state), then complained about her and her daughters being mean and rude and just horrible people that I wanted looked into. Chances are, though, the bitch is blissfully unaware of it. Even if someone did get the message and all that, they’re not going to tell her about it. It was still something to do and I still feel like I have to do something until I feel it’s an ideal time to give my final peace of mind. I wasn’t kidding all those years ago when I resolved never again to let people screw me and simply walk away. Especially to this magnitude. You don’t get to cause me to have to change my number and publish books and different names and get away with it as if it’s nothing because it’s not nothing. When I’m ready to say something about the way I’ve been treated as I eventually will with them, I will not be punished for it in a court of law. I will not be punished for speaking my mind in a reasonable, non-threatening manner no matter who may disagree with it or get pissed off by it. I’m an adult. You don’t get to tell me what I can and can’t say. The question is whether or not I could be more at risk of being harassed for it in this state or Florida, especially if she’s still there. I wouldn’t be surprised if she was. I don’t think she’ll die anytime soon but I can’t see her being healthy enough to move either.

In looking at all the different possibilities as to where we may end up, we came across these “haunted” houses for sale. It was kind of strange. Aly even visited one where some people were axed to death. As much as I’d love to get a place we could buy outright and not have much of a monthly payment, those places are almost always where it’s cold and snowy and that needs a lot of work. I just can’t bring myself to move to a colder climate. I hate being cold! It’s only good for sleeping but I hate it otherwise. It’s going to be 83 degrees here today but come Friday summer’s over… I think.

I just want to get the show on the road already! I feel like I’ve been waiting for this forever. But someday I really will live where I don’t have to hear the fucking freeway and a couple of low-flying helicopters in the middle of the night when it should be quiet. Okay, maybe an occasional train in the distance but that’s it.

There was an affordable old church for sale in Texas and it actually wasn’t in that bad of condition. It had a finished apartment where we could stay until the rest of the place was remodeled and it was wonderfully secluded and out of the way. I knew there had to be a catch and that something had to be wrong somewhere with something that seemed so ideal. So we checked it out via satellite and sure enough, there’s a train track that runs right by the place. Like way too close. Otherwise, the climate, elevation, and price were ideal. It was huge as hell too. In the end, though, we’re either going to end up in a park or rural Florida but I refuse to be in a park that allows motorcycles. I’ve had enough of that shit!

Tom chatted with Virginia the other day who looks noticeably thinner and worn out. She said there was so much to do since it’s stuff that Bob used to do. I’m totally surprised she hasn’t moved but he said she didn’t mention it. Fortunately, she doesn’t need a walker anymore to get around. I guess that was only after she was recovering from her heart attack.

Later we’ll be going out to mail Aly’s jewelry since the envelope won’t fit through the mail slot. Really miss the days of being able to receive and send mail directly from the house!

I made sure to work my core and hopefully, it will stop these backaches I’ve been getting all too often lately. There’s an interesting back massager I found on Amazon that’s unlike anything we’ve ever had before. In a few weeks, assuming they have tons of sales on those kinds of things that are popular gifts, I might grab one. It’d be great for most body parts.

My cancer spot has scabbed over. The scab is thick and dry. It doesn’t itch much but I have this flat, dry, scaly red patch on my outer thigh that sometimes itches. I’ve had it for a while and will have it checked out at my next appointment.