Where Andy was obsessed with food and celebrities, I’m definitely obsessed with these designer nails. This time I’ve gone zebra. :)

As of early yesterday, all the side effects caused by the Pravastatin were gone. Sure wish I could’ve recovered that fast from the uptick of levothyroxine.

Other than a dozen or so bouts of project noise in the 3 years we’ve been here, Bob and Virginia really are fantastic neighbors. Best we’ve ever had. They have a quiet vehicle and they have no loud company. In fact, they rarely have any company at all.

Was worried for a minute there when I awoke to find a total of 4 vehicles at the new people’s place yesterday that an awful lot of people had suddenly moved in. But it was just out-of-towners visiting. Only one vehicle and two people live there.

Given the epic levels of violence by blacks on blacks and blacks on whites, I have never felt such disgust for blacks as a whole. I can’t stand to be on Facebook cuz I am just so sick of the whole BLM thing which is nothing but a legal hate group. Still wondering how much more violence and race-card playing it’s going to take before people finally trade politically correct for common sense and stop making excuses for these monstrous criminals. Seriously, did blacks ever stop and think that maybe they’re making some of their own haters just with their appalling and despicable behavior? Yeah, some people were just born to hate. But others hate because we give them reason to.

Got into it with Leslie online about the rats last night, because, like many people out there, she can’t handle people’s honesty very well if it’s not what she wants to hear. But as I told her, the rats are incredibly skittish and I could’ve gotten the same thing or better for so much less at a pet store. Why say you breed calm loving rats if you don’t? They’re just out to make a buck, and I wonder how many of their testimonials are even real. The rats aren’t vicious, but they’re not friendly. Burke is kind of loosening up a bit, but the other two still run like we’re going to kill them.

Leslie offered to buy back the rats, but Tom wants to keep them. He’s optimistic while I’m realistic. I don’t know why he doesn’t see this after all the rats we’ve had, but while guinea pigs can calm down in time, for example, rats are pretty much always who they’re going to be. They can improve somewhat, but basically a calm, sociable rat has always been that way, just like a timid one has always been timid. It would be like my mother adopting my father’s personality or vice versa when they were alive, and that just doesn’t happen.

This now makes only 2 good rats out of 10. I swear it’s like Tinkerbell knew she was queen and is jealous of any rat we get and is somehow keeping them from being good enough rats to really enjoy (assuming she really is still out there somewhere in the afterlife). Tinkerboy was a fairly decent rat, and Sugar was an outstanding rat, but look at what happened to Sugar in the end. If this is even remotely true, then maybe she would make sure that any kind of pet of any breed didn’t work out. Simone sure didn’t.

They added S11 of Criminal Minds on Netflix, so I’m watching that and looking forward to S4 of Bates Motel. Couldn’t get into Bones cuz it focused too much on the scientific aspect of the cases and not the cases themselves.

We had to cancel our eye appointments for this Saturday because now the stupid insurance company is saying we can’t go until August. Going to have to call and find out what’s going on, but I swear it’s like something up there doesn’t want us getting new glasses.

Last night I dreamed that I was staying someplace for a week in which I was either working or attending some kind of activities. As I rolled over in my bed that night trying to get comfortable, I realized that it was only Wednesday and I still had a couple more days to hold my schedule.

Then, while in the same place, I was getting lunch from the cafeteria. I asked some guy if we were swimming that day and he said we were. I was glad to have my suit on underneath my clothes.

There was a long buffet-style table set up and before I went to take a plate, I reached for a younger woman’s hand to check out her designer nails (black and white zebra?), and she pulled away as if she didn’t like me or something.

Haven’t looked in on Becky’s wall, though I looked in on Sarah’s wall. Becky’s wall is probably similar with all the “good daddy” crap, though she isn’t obsessed with selfies. Sure enough, almost every single post of Sarah’s is about her shit father, and the latest selfie was 23 hours ago.

I was right to unfollow them both. The Sarah selfies get old, as lovely as she may be, and the good daddy shit is beyond old. Definitely doesn’t bring back great memories. Good daddy? Yeah, probably. Good husband, stepdaddy and BIL? Hardly!