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      So in the aftermath of everything, my family wants the man responsible to pay us for the hotel room. I'm not even sure where I stand on that. Yes, it is his fault we had to go to the hotel, but our choices were a hotel, the street, and a jail cell because we refused to leave willingly. It is not his fault we chose the hotel.

      I don't know. I don't even understand myself half the time. Well, more than half.

      Anyway, I doubt we'll see that money. On another topic, I had the weirdest dream. Everyone, and I mean everyone, was trying to escape a tornado! There were scenes of us driving really fast, taking cover, and just trying to outrun it, but we got to this building and lay low and waited it out. But then it returned, or maybe it was a different tornado, I don't know.

     Anyway, then I woke up, went back to sleep and dreamt that I was on this sidewalk, facing away from the road; and there was a large gap between me and another road. There was a woman with an arrow, who kept trying to kill me, and my cousin, who I never dreamt about before, got in the way. Took an arrow right to the forehead. It didn't kill him and people were trying to pull it out...

     Oh wow, he's Denise. And I guess the woman was Daryl. Well, not really, because there were no zombies or "cowboy gangs." Although I suppose she was something of a "highway-madam."

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      I live in a four-plex, and yesterday one of the older tenants took a tumble and couldn't get back up. He was down five hours. Paramedics arrived, quietly helped him out and took him to the hospital...then called the police on him, because they saw an arsenal I didn't know he had! Missiles and grenades, wouldn't put guns past him, either. So the cops called the military, military called the Black Ops, they swarmed our house looking for active bombs, my family's friends all saw it... But let me start at the beginning.

      Three or four cop cars came to our house around 9:30 PM. I assumed they had seen a convict and it was utterly unrelated to this property. Nope, they barged in, then they repeatedly knocked on everyone else's doors prompting us to leave. We were given about half an hour to fuck off. My mother, of course, planted her ass on the sofa, crossed her arms, and said "I'm not going anywhere!"

      My brother wanted to present a united front. "If she goes to jail, we all go to jail."

      Yeah, nope. No way in hell. I grab my bag, go downstairs, walk up to a cop and tell him, "You might have to drag her out." He tells me she could be arrested and I go, "Fine, then arrest her."

      I also apologized abundantly and he was all smiles, very polite to me, understanding; apparently his mom is the exact same way. So anyway, now my mother's hauling ass. We call a cab, pay $50 to go to the next town, and due to a misunderstanding on the phone, we try checking into two different hotels and end up walking around an unfamiliar town in the dark! My mother, who's rather conceited, even lowered herself as much as to speak to a crackhead. Then we paid another $50 to come back into town and we waited in the lobby of a hotel we couldn't afford, wondering WTF we were supposed to do. Then the guy I insisted my mother call, called her; he had seen it on the way back to his place, taking our street just because there was construction on his regular route. He footed the deposit bill, we went to our room and ended up playing cards...for about ten minutes; my brother, who was "too angry to sleep" ended up falling asleep several times, snoring so loud I couldn't really hear my MP3 and the room smelled like nasal passages. My mother and I didn't sleep at all.

      Okay, morningtime. We renewed the room for another night because we could not contact anybody despite them saying they would be in touch, I tried and failed to get some rest, we were completely broke, I'd run all out of feminine pads, and the vending machines have all been converted to Interac only, no coins allowed. So anyway, my cousin called, asking if we were hungry; then my mother's friend called asking if we were hungry. I ended up having a milkshake, two pops, and a chicken burger with fries. While we were eating, we received a call saying it was safe to come home. So we packed our shit, trundled on down to the lobby, checked out, and got another call saying it was not quite ready. BUT my mother decided she'd had enough, and we came home no matter what was waiting for us. Turns out, all good. But the cops and the military are just not on speaking terms, apparently. Meanwhile we learn that the cops found at least sixteen grenades, at least one of which was active the whole time he was living here. And one bomb reportedly had a girth of ten feet. We're about $575 poorer, we owe two people and a hotel money, and I'm at least 26 hours of sleep-deprived.

      So anyway, this has all been a crazy shitshow, and now I'm left with cold fries, the indecision of sleeping or unpacking, and this nagging curiosity about my neighbor. I mean, will he be evicted? Will he come back? Was his nasty little arsenal completely cleared? Is he even safe to be around?!

      Not bloody likely.

      Edit (20th at 5 PM)―The hotel's been paid off, so all we have to do now is pay back the guy who bought our room. I offered to reimburse the woman for the food and she denied...and paying the guy won't be on my shoulders. Reimbursing the hotel came out of my bank account so I am in the clear. Even I might be reimbursed.

      Edit (21st at 8:48 AM―Yep. Guns, too.

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       I went to bed around 7:30 after two more consecutive nights of barely or not sleeping. I fell asleep so fast and even had a pleasant dream...

      And woke up to the most fucking pain I ever fucking felt! Holy shit, I almost tore my blanket, I almost screamed and cried, my entire body was lifted off the bed. Then the pain began to recede and then it came back for round two. That was a little over an hour ago now and I can still feel it if I move my leg wrong.

      Which I'm doing intentionally because it hurts. What?! You're not there. 😏

     But since I think sleep is off the table, I was hoping to play Sims 3―but of course I have to restart my computer first because it's not opening! That app is ridiculous. And I cannot win.

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       I tried coffee tonight. Really not my cup of tea, so to speak. I found it to be the most vile thing I've ever tasted, and I cannot believe my family drinks that swill about every half hour, each day. Willingly! Gag. Hopefully I don't taste that forever.

      I added more sugar than beans, too. And milk. My brother really talked it up, comparing it to hot chocolate. Um, NO. Well, unless the flavor is Your Foot, Skunk Butt, Melted Crayons or something.

      So I had an Oreo to try and replace the taste and now I'm going to drown myself in any other fluid. I also started up Sims 3 (yes, at this ungodly hour) and am going to indulge. I just really need something, anything, to make a dent in my depression. Being alone with my girls usually helps. My characters, not my boobs. They're okay, but they're not exactly uplifting. Or uplifted, because time's a bitch. YES, my wolfie just found another pink diamond! Go girl!

      That's what I want to do. Transform into a terrifying beast, prowl the night, shove some rocks into my mailbox and make millions. But gee...how do I start?

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       More good stuff turned to shit since my last post. Well, no, that's wrong. It's probably been some time now that I couldn't log in to Avakin Life―again―I just didn't bother checking until yesterday. Hell, maybe it works perfectly and I just screwed it up trying to get Friendbase back. It's a boring, 2D game where you collect gems to buy stuff, and it took me years to buy everything a female avatar could have. Obviously I wanted my shit back, but no go. I even tried an emulator, but despite advertising Friendbase, they didn't have it.

     I can let all that go not a problem. What I hate more than (almost) anything is that while I tried getting it back, my nice black Google homepage became a stark, annoying white Yahoo! page. And, because my computer still recognizes Google as my homepage, and still recognizes the Complete Black theme to be selected, I think it's stuck like that.

      Not knowing what you can do―such a bigger pain in the ass than knowing and not doing it.

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       I just "skunked" my family at the board game Sorry. Meaning, I won five games and they didn't win any. I love when that happens; it's even better that I don't play often. I just sat down and made them cry like a boss. Hah!
      And I got to dream about Need For Speed World, which is all I have left of it, I guess. Usually in my dreams, everything is normal; it's moving at the right pace, I can hear everything. Well, I mean, the time there were dinosaurs roaming the map and I could get out of my vehicle wasn't normal. But this time was different in an uncool way, even though I did get to hear the sirens on my cop car; it started out where I was trying to download the game, and unlike reality, it worked. But the game was super laggy, and I only dreamt about it long enough to crash into maybe four vehicles in one area. So, yeah, lame.

      Sucks that the game was closed down. And only after five years; meanwhile they're still making more. You know what makes less money than a game that "doesn't live up to standards"? A game that doesn't make shit. Closing down your best game, makes about as much sense as people who want to earn more money going on strike. It's not even about the money; it's about feeling appreciated. The corporate world sucks like everything else. Chin up, mouth shut, and you'll get your money. Go on strike, and all you'll have is your sign. They have jobs, and unfortunately, bosses don't care if you feel appreciated. They only care if their boss does. Anybody working for somebody is dispensable.

      Seriously, if you want money, listen to the audience, FFS. Or hope your boss does. Honestly, I am so tired of good things turning into something shitty. deviantART changed into Eclipse, The Sims 3 became The Sims 4, World went offline, and Outlook...well, it's still called Outlook, but it sucks balls now. How do I even log out? Just like gURL.com, which used to be cool. I couldn't log out of that either; I had to completely clear all my history.

      Maybe that'll work. Maybe. I've learned not to have high hopes for anything or anybody. No surprises that way.