I removed my polish. My nails still look great. There’s no discoloration that I can see, but I might put the lacquer on the tip of one of my thumbs. After I let them breathe for a bit I’ll put some stickers on. I’m just going to be smart this time and not let the adhesive build up.

I noticed the other day that my shoulders are uneven. My right shoulder is slightly lower than my left. Is this something new or has this been going on for a long time? I’m usually pretty observant, so I would be surprised if it’s existed for that long. It’s my dominant arm and I’m older, so it kind of makes sense. I googled it and it seems pretty harmless.

I had 15 fucking calls today. Oddly enough, though, only 11 were on the Recent list. Where are the other 4? And why the fuck won’t Apple let us block calls from unknown numbers? Two left voice mails. The usual scams. One was about unpaid taxes and the other I didn’t even bother to listen to.

Although a bit breezy now, it’s been bone dry out there. I guess they really did mean it after all when they said that May is the beginning of the storm season. The question is when in May. The later the better, because then that’s fewer sleep disturbances. If I survive the storm season, but only enough not to have to run to drier ground, it may not be smart to head further south or over to Jessie where it would only be worse. I feel I still have too many years left to live in the same place, though.

I slept great the night before last, but not as well last night. I had a few weird dreams. In one of them, I was sharing an apartment with a short Japanese man I didn’t know well. My room ran along two sides of his, forming an L shape. I was settling into bed one night when I could hear the beat of the music he was playing. I went and asked him to turn it down a bit and he didn’t seem too happy about that but agreed to do so. The strange thing was the columns of bricks he set up in his doorway so he could have the door open but keep me out. I wondered if he was a private person, or if he might be hiding something.

Then I was in a building somewhere in a long corridor. Some guy was standing next to me, and as we were moving down the corridor, he spotted some guys he was suspicious of. He tossed me over his shoulder and began running away with me. I guess he figured I couldn’t run fast enough, though I’m not sure how he managed to move so fast carrying so much weight.

In the last dream, I felt a definite lump in the bottom of my right boob. As I rubbed my fingers over it, however, it began to dissolve and disappear.

Galileo gave me the ENT referral. Dr. B, who looks as young and white as my old ENT. As long as she doesn’t have any crazy accents and she knows what she’s doing. I think she’s from here, so she shouldn’t be hard to understand.

I was talk-typing up recipes from the cookbooks I borrowed and then I realized that all I needed to do was load the reader on my computer and take screenshots of the recipes.

Protests and marches usually don’t do any good, but I love that they’re starting to take them to the homes of the Supreme Court justices. I really wish they would do more than just scream on their front lawns and instead bust into the houses and hurt or even kill them. Maybe that’s what it would take to send the proper message and make an example of them as to what can happen when you play God with people’s lives. I highly doubt this will happen, although I’m all for them at least protesting at their houses because that alone has to be kind of scary and disrupting of their lives.

I was sickened when some politician in the Midwest - and this was a woman too - said that a 13-year-old who got raped, pregnant, and forced to give birth should see it as an opportunity to raise a decent human being in the world. Really, I sat there blinking in shock, unsure of what I was seeing. I had to read it over and over again to be sure I was indeed correct in what I saw. Yup. The sick, twisted shit I was reading was in fact as real as ever. What the fuck was the sicko thinking when she said that shit??? Yeah, bitch, I’m sure every teenage girl hopes to hell she gets raped so she can have such a wonderful “opportunity,” assuming her parents let her keep the kid and sadly, they probably would. This isn’t the '70s.

Just when I thought people were done pulling all the surprises they could pull on me, again they failed to cease to amaze me on PB where someone wrote that they would see a baby that came from rape as a consolation prize.

I hate to say it but I can see where some people go crazy and lose it and start shooting up people. I can see how truly easy it is to get fed up with humanity as a whole, even though most shooting rampages are about a grudge against someone or because they were picked on. Either way, I get it. If I could snap my fingers and have every conservative drop dead along with certain types of personalities out there, I don’t see how I would hesitate if it was a matter of simply snapping my fingers and no one could ever know I was responsible.