Tom and I are enjoying a relaxing Sunday. We went to KFC earlier. I ate every bite of my delicious chicken, biscuit, corn and cheesy mac. It was sad not to be able to share some with the rat. He loved the mac and the biscuits and nibbling on chicken bones.

The airbed is too cold and the memory foam is too hot. Right now I have the memory foam on top of the airbed during this cold spell. And yes, it’s messing with my back again. As soon as it warms back up and the rain stops we’ll switch back.

So all that vehicle work I had to listen to when we were burying our pet was to make the old truck as loud as it used to be so he could annoy me further by gunning the damn thing for 10-15 minutes every time he takes off? Wonder how long this is going to go on. I sooo hope and pray that if we get into an adult community we don’t have loud vehicles that people gun and run for-effing-ever right next door, cuz remember, we’ll be going back to having neighbors just an arm’s length away.

Been making an awful lot of errors and typos lately in my journal. Andy’s been kind enough to point them out to me, but I’m guessing it’s the Mac’s built-in reader which isn’t nearly as realistic-sounding as the one I’d been using in Windows. But they don’t have a Mac version. So for now I’ve slowed down the Mac reader and maybe then I’ll be able to catch these things.

Later…

I guess now’s a good time to write about the disturbing dreams I had last night even though my inner right wrist hurts. I’m guessing it’s a muscle strain from working out.

Seeing that it’s now April and a new quarter, I really hope the dreams didn’t mean anything. Especially since they were all “wrong.” It seemed like a public defender of sorts was telling me she felt confident she could get the case dismissed since there were more important things to tie up the courts for. My dream self seemed to understand it was a black bitch thing, though I was charged with threats and not spam. But then the “courthouse” suddenly had a buffet. Mom and Andy were there, and then it was going through my mind that I was being charged with threatening Maliheh and not the black bitch.

There was also something about me having to wear a shower cap to sleep for a few nights (in jail?), and rehearsing in my head what I would say to the judge in my defense.

But there isn’t going to be a defense, I reminded myself when I woke up because I did nothing wrong.

But what did they frame me for? Come on, Arizona’s laws may be crazy, but sending her blogs was simply not enough. What did they do?

sighs They just better hope I never find out.

I realized another thing that suggests the pig might not have been a pig, though with my shit luck, it probably was. I know Arizona and I know the black bitch. She would go running to the pigs over a few harmless emails, and the pigs would make a big stink over it. If she were white and there was no history between us, then probably not. BUT… it does seem odd that I was emailed. I mean, who the hell tells someone they’ve made a case against them in an email? Maybe it’s a common practice if they can’t get hold of the person’s address or phone number, though I still don’t see why they couldn’t. It’s not like we ever tried to hide or anything, and there are several ways I’d think they’d be able to find either of our addresses. If anything I would’ve thought our physical address would be easier to find because it’s connected to our IP. Our UPS Store box isn’t.

Either way, there’s just some business you simply don’t conduct by email. Like big win notifications. Any legitimate company is going to call or contact you by postal mail. Sometimes they’ll email you, but not without calling and sending overnight letters in addition.

sighs again Hopefully this is another thing I’ll never know for sure.