I never thought I would want to hear a neighbor do a project, but I was really hoping they would return and finish the windows now that I'm on days. Of course, they're going to wait until I'm on nights.

As expected, I slept shitty as ever last night. Most of the problem was that it was very fraggy. I also had a stuffy nose and air escape my mouth. AHI score is bad at 7. The mask keeps lifting the edges of the nose strips, too. I used the neti thing before bed and took Zyrtec. Why is my nose still stuffy then??? What am I doing wrong? It's going to be a very long, yucky-feeling, exhausted day.

No playing with my new VR toy either. :-(

Tom said we could absolutely, definitely move if we had to. But how and where, other than to a dumpy apartment in Mississippi?? Beautiful weather or not, I don't want to be forced to kill myself because I can't sleep, and we can't move either.

Anyway, between yesterday's anxiety and today's frags, I've skipped my med. Fuck labs.

Yesterday turned out to be a fun day. We went to Publix and grabbed a few things. The store was blissfully quiet when we entered, but by the time we left, Christmas music was blasting at us. How do the employees stand to work with that shit all day long? Same shit at the dollar store, too. The speaker was right above me when I was smelling different candles, so I had music blasting down on me there, too. The fact that this trend hasn't changed tells me it's never going to.

On the way back from Publix, a guy walking a dog was saying something to me as I got out of the car, and with my shitty vision, it took a moment to register that it was the redneck. Of course, I addressed him as Steven, lol, and said, “Oh, is that Steven?” He nodded, and I said I didn't recognize him at first, and he made some joke about needing to shower and wished us a Merry Christmas. Even though we don't like him since he's two-faced and Republican, I've got to admit he's rather friendly for Florida.

The fun part was when I used my refund to order a set of 16 different tiny candles. The scents are: Rose, Spring, Wood Sage & Sea Salt, Jasmine, Mediterranean Fig, Blue Bell, English Pear & Freesia, Peony Cherry Blossom, Bergamot, Gardenia, Lemon, Strawberry, Lavender, Rosemary, Vanilla, and Peppermint.

The only one I'm not going to like is lemon.

Another fun thing was when Tom discovered a new app with a free tier called Trainr Move, with realistic-looking fitness coaches that you can use workout credits for dressing up and changing hairstyles and makeup. I just don't think I'm going to have the energy to play around with it today, but it would definitely encourage me to be more active with the way it's gamified. I don't care about the social aspect of it or competing, but I like everything else so far, even though it's a little buggy. The environment is realistic and nice-looking, too. They have different environments, but not a whole lot to choose from.

I like to read a lot of psychology facts, and I still firmly believe that misogyny mostly stems from repressed sexuality. A guy who clearly favors other guys who lash out at women does so because he can't handle and accept the fact that he prefers other men. I don't care what anyone says because I totally believe that without a doubt. I don't know that I could say every single rapist was gay, but I'd be willing to bet that most of them are.

I disagree with the fact that said something to the effect of if you stop chasing someone who doesn't seem interested in you, they'll chase you instead. I don't believe it works that way at all whether it's someone you're looking to be intimate with or have a friendship with, online or offline. If someone's not interested, they're not interested whether you chase them or not. Believe me, Arteaga isn't going to notice I deleted her, and if she does, it will be quite a while, and she won't run and send me a friend request because of it. She'll just realize she hasn't heard from me, and after I'm a fleeting thought, I'll become a long-lost memory. But that's okay. As I've learned a little too late in life, this teaches me who cares and who doesn't.

Someone you've smiled at has imagined killing you but you'll never know who it was, is also a fact I read. I think everyone's imagined killing someone at some point or another. In my case, I'm sure it was a relative, the freeloaders, or both.

For the longest time, I've wondered if it really was a cop emailing me on behalf of the Phoenix freeloaders back in 2012. Can't believe it took me over a decade to come to this conclusion, but while I would doubt that it was and then start to change my mind based on the Google alert saying the pigs were nosing into my Google account, I think it's safe to say that what likely happened was that yes, the black, hating bitch went crying to the pigs and they nosed into my account, but the nigress had to have been told they couldn't make a case against me. I've racked my brains over and over again, and I did absolutely zero illegal activity on Blogger. The worst thing I did was sign her up for blog posts, which back then would display in the bodies of emails. If I understand the laws correctly, you had to send thousands of emails to thousands of people in order for it to be considered spam.

So I think that when they were told no case could be made against me was when they faked the message from the cop claiming a case was made against me. I'm sure they wanted me to call them so they could let me have it. Just the generic Hispanic name of Juan Diaz, akin to John Smith, was a red flag, as was the use of the past tense when he said he "worked" for the police department. Also, if a case was made against me, why would I be told this in an email and not contacted in person, by phone, or by certified postal mail? Really, I don't know why I'm so slow to catch on at times!