As we march forward and back into the Dark Ages, I’m not sure I feel comfortable sharing much with the public these days. Roe is just the very beginning of rights being targeted. I don’t doubt that writers will be attacked at some point as well. I would rip up, throw away, and ignore any subpoenas that came my way, but I don’t need the hassle in the first place just because someone in the future may have a problem with me saying that McDonald’s doesn’t serve great coffee.

But that’s only a part of the reason why I might take a break for a while. The main reason is simple. I just get tired of filtering this and filtering that. I don’t want to have to watch what names I might use and what words I might use in such a sensitive society as what we live in. When I started writing journals over 30 years ago, it was for me. Not for an audience and not to babysit other people’s feelings. I’ll be damned if I’ll feel like I’m walking on eggshells in my own journal. So I think now it’s time to strike out on my own for a while. I’m sure I’ll miss sharing some things and will return to that at some point. For now, I’ll just share with a few people on Facebook until I figure out what I want to do for sure.

Later…

It’s sad to hear reports of protesters fighting for basic human rights getting plowed by vehicles instead of the scum that started this shit. I keep hoping to hear of at least some of the trash being taken out, but of course I never do and I know I never will. :(

Every time I see that ugly black face of Clarence’s I want to reach through my computer and squash it with my hand.

Dan Rather tweeted that setbacks can end up leading to wonderful victories, but I don’t know about that. Sure, that might happen, but for how long? I’ve experienced politics long enough to know that things tend to bounce back and forth throughout the years. People’s rights are going to be like a yoyo for as long as they walk the face of the earth. The giving and taking of rights is just a sad fact of life.

I think my hairstylist was right when she said you can train your scalp. This was day three of not washing my hair, yet it was still pretty clean. I washed it anyway. I’ll wash it every two to three days. I’m gonna get a shower cap for when I’m only washing my body. I might be tempted to let my hair grow long again if I don’t have to wash it every day, but I still have to dye it so I don’t know. I can’t always just fill in the roots because the rest of the color fades and it won’t always match.

Looking forward to Twitter Notes when they’re available! They’re to be the same kind of notes where you can put a picture running across the top of it that Facebook used to have. I was so disappointed when they took that feature away so now I can enjoy it on Twitter until they take it away too. It’s supposed to be for writers so they can share chapters from stories or whatever they want. Twitter still isn’t the same without Aly, though. While she would be disgusted with the events going on in this country, I think she would have loved the feature and that we would have had fun sharing stories there.

I’m not sure yet if I’m going to create a new account for these notes. I’ll use them mostly for journaling. Right now I tweet the highlights of my life, but if I’m going to be able to do 2500 words per post then I might turn it into a journal. Maybe I’ll create an account for stories as well. I was also thinking of a picture account for PB, even though I don’t plan on being there as much for a while. It’s just much easier to share links to pictures than go through a host.

I’m functioning on only 5 hours and 21 minutes of sleep, so I’m kind of tired today. A couple of hours before I got up, I swear I heard a bang but Tom said there was no thunder. After I got up, he noticed a car next door. So I’m wondering if maybe that’s what woke me up. We kind of doubt it, though, because Irma and Dick didn’t wake me up and the person would have had to slam the car door like they were pissed as hell. More than likely, it’s just whatever’s cursing my sleep that manifested the sound. Besides, I never heard them leave when they left. I don’t think it was anyone checking out the house but probably visitors that Linda next door had. She’s quite a company junkie. I’m so glad we didn’t end up next to anyone like that! Especially that’s here year-round.

My nails still have some sensitivity. I think it was definitely the remover. Someone else who got this stuff complained about the same thing.

I got Clinpro toothpaste that my old dentist in California used to give me. I’m limiting my eating to three times a day. After the first two times I eat, I’ll use that. After the last time, I’ll use the kickass fluoride toothpaste that my current dentist gave me.