I'm relaxing on my comfy little ocean—my waterbed—while waiting for my food to cook. Tonight, I'm making fish, a baked potato, and zucchini fries.

A big thank you to any and all human readers! I appreciate you stopping by, whether you comment or not on my incredibly repetitious and non-adventurous life.

The new PB update is a mixed bag. The new backgrounds are a welcome change; they finally added some colorful options, which is great since most of the original ones were pretty dull.

I also appreciate the feature that lets us see and unblock people we've blocked over the years. I had no idea I’d blocked so many! Most of them I don’t even remember and are probably spammers. I unblocked a few accounts.

However, as I expected, the site is running painfully slow at times, and part of my "On This Day" is missing. PB has had so many issues on and off since it came into existence 11 years ago. I have zero patience for glitchy sites, so I'm going to step away from PB for a while. This isn’t the dial-up age; I’m not going to play the waiting game and wait forever for pages to load.

Part of me considered getting rid of or hiding my old entries on the more active sites like PB and MD because I wrote so much silly, immature, delusional, and deranged stuff when I was younger. But then, who hasn’t? Who doesn’t look back on some of the things they’ve said and done and cringe with embarrassment? It’s still part of my life story. From what I can tell, few people read old posts anyway.

When we first got this electric nail trimmer, I thought it was a waste of money because it doesn’t cut—it just files. But after making the initial cuts with traditional nail clippers, it’s actually great for shaping the nails. While some people like them pointy or squared off, I prefer mine rounded. They were getting too long, which is a pain, so I trimmed them back.

I’ve decided that I’ll eventually send Andy a message explaining why I’ve been distant. It will be long and detailed, and as I’ve said before, I know it won’t change anything. I know he won’t understand half of what I say, like it, agree with it, or even remember it the next day. But the point isn’t to attack him or to change anything—it's to do it for myself. It’s a therapeutic way to get things off my chest in a broader way than just writing in my journal.

In my dreams, my parents were alive again, and even worse, Termite Tammy was there too. We were all living together (cringes). Oddly, the floor in Tammy's bedroom was higher, and you had to step up to enter. I told her I’d be stepping up and down later as a form of exercise to strengthen my legs because I was back in training.

Then, I joined my parents in the living room while they were watching TV. My mother made some kind of derogatory remark toward me, but this time I didn’t brush it off like I did too often in real life. I stood up to her and told her she would treat me with respect, or else!