Still no word from the police regarding the troll. If they’re not going to do anything to help us they could at least have the decency to say so. But that’s just the police for you; they expect us to be available the instant they might want to drag us an hour away from home to ask questions that could be asked at home, then they leave you stranded when they’re done with you.

As for my case – Tom and I agree they would’ve arrested me by now if they were going to. This still doesn’t mean I don’t have to be careful of anyone who may come to the door or that I may not be served anything I do or don’t get. In March or April, I should be able to find that out. If they did, it was for something fabricated. That’s the scary thing about digital. It’s easy to make things appear as they aren’t as opposed to something that’s hand-written, typed or printed on paper.

Back to the troll. If it was scared, it wasn’t for long. She got a 15-second peek in my blog yesterday, then tried again just seconds after in which no time registered.

Alison inspired me to join nanowrimo.org for the annual book-writing contest they have every November, though it isn’t really a “contest.” It’s just a means of motivating people to write 50,000 words during the month. For them, it’s quantity over quality, though I don’t know that I’ll actually meet the goal by the deadline since I sometimes get tied up doing other things or have trouble focusing.

I touched base with Andy, Christine and Eileen, but still nothing from Nane. I don’t even hear as much from Irene, but we did say hello to each other earlier today.

Later…

I got 7,007 words written on my NaNoWriMo story, and Molly got herself a good read this morning. Yeah, unfortunately the troll’s IP# changed this morning. She was probably able to read most of my blog before I blocked the new IP.

That is one bold and brazen fuck if she continues to follow us after I openly discussed Aly contacting her local cops, and you know what? I’d be willing to bet just about anything she will. Like I said, until and if she’s literally physically restrained from following/contacting us, nothing and no one is going to stop her. I wonder if a part of her actually wants to end up in jail. Maybe she’s not even aware of this desire either. Maybe deep down in her subconscious, she hopes to end up in jail for us because that would be the ultimate negative attention, wouldn’t it? Now all she has to show for her unwanted attention is us bitching about it. But what if she were in jail? That’d be a hell of a lot more to show for her efforts, wouldn’t it be?

I hope her IP# doesn’t start changing regularly. It isn’t that I’ve said anything in my blog I fear her reading or that I absolutely don’t want her to see. It’s about not giving her something she wants. She is someone with whom I’ve made clear that I want nothing to do with. To me, letting her read my journal is kind of like giving her the attention she wants and that I refuse to give her. I don’t want to feed her obsession and be her source of entertainment.

I also shouldn’t talk much about her in public because that’s another thing right there - she admitted on Formspring that she thinks us talking about her is “funny.” Yeah, I’m sure she does. Real fucking hilarious. I am only just beginning to realize the depth of this sociopath’s sickness. I don’t know the cause of it, but I believe it’s only a matter of time before she really messes up badly. Thank God this person can’t drive or run well due to weak muscles and that she doesn’t have much of a brain for this is just the type of person that could really be dangerous. God at least protected us from that much by shorting her in the brains and physical department. Still, it’s only a matter of time before she fucks up badly.

It’s cloudy and cool out today. I heard Jesse sawing, but fortunately only when I went outside to hang some clothes that will probably never dry out there.