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Excerpt from the other day:

I rode in the car today with a woman who took me to my doctor’s appointment and talked about Jesus a lot. She also talked a lot about a man who broke her heart.

Bad.

Broke it so bad that she still told strangers about it decades later, and even though she’d been married to another man for over 30 years. That blew my mind right there. But I know how hard it is to forgive someone when all you want them to do is to say that they’re sorry, and they just won’t.

They just…won’t.

And maybe they never will, and maybe they just keep on treating you like shit for your whole entire life.

I know exactly what that’s like.

For sure I do.

The other night, when my mother texted me the Band Boosters meeting was at 6:30pm, and then I asked her if she could just pick me up, and we could go together, like we were a family, she said, “Well, I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

I said, “Well, why don’t you just pick me up, and we can all go to the Band Boosters together?”

So she said, “Well, that just doesn’t work for me.”

So I said, “So you just don’t feel like it.”

So she said, “Well, if you can’t get there—well—that just doesn’t work for me.”

Yeah, I guess it wouldn’t work for you, would it, when you’ve told everyone around you that your daughter just isn’t INTERESTED in being a part of her children’ s lives for the past 10 years, I guess that wouldn’t work for you, to be seen walking in with her to the Band Boosters meeting, as if you were a family, together, with her.

As if you loved, and supported her, and as if she were a part of your family.

I guess that just wouldn’t work for you.

And that’s why it’s so hard to forgive people who are still doing the bad things to you.

Because it’s still happening.

All the time.

When all you want is for it to stop happening, and for them to say they’re sorry.

But that’s just never going to happen.

Because that just doesn’t work for them.

The lady driver in the van today cried when I told her about my mother, and she cried good and hard, and she looked at me through her tears with her big, soft, blue-grey eyes, and she said, “Pray for her. You just pray really, really hard for her, okay? Just pray for her.”

So I guess that’s what I’ll do.

I will do just that.

I wonder if she prays for that man who broke her heart so bad.

I told her I was really sorry about that, and that I, in a way, knew how she felt, because I had trouble with forgiveness too, in a situation that could be compared to that.

And that’s how we women bond, we talk about our sorrows, and our troubles, and we work through them, and we connect that way, and forge a sisterhood, and no, that is not, “Making it about yourself,” or being selfish in any way.

That is called compassion.

That is called identifying with someone.

That is called empathy.

And this is how the fabric of our society is woven–by us sharing our stories with each other, and by identifying with each other, and it is in this way that we heal.

Not by ourselves, but together.

This is important to know, as women and men.

We heal only together, and never alone.

November 7th, 2026

Superman and King’s 13th Birthday

Saturday

2:46pm

I didn’t get the boys anything for their birthday, except for a huge amount of food, which I hope is good enough.

I wanted to get them guitar strings for that guitar that is sitting in their basement, which I will, as soon as I have the $15.

Superman, after seeing what all was in the bag of food that I brought over, ran back outside to say, breathlessly, “Thank you!!” with his bright blue eyes all big and beautiful and wide. I gave him a big goodbye hug and whispered, “You’re so welcome.”

The bag was heavy, and I gave them a giant homemade (half-made, I should say) fruit salad to go with it. I hadn’t had time to cut up the watermelon or the pears and apples yet, so the watermelon was weighing down the heavy bag of food. In the fruit salad was blackberries, fresh pineapple, raspberries, blueberries, strawberries (you can’t go wrong with berries and boys, I’ve learned–they just go together 🙂), two kinds of kiwi, and then the watermelon, apples, and pears were to be added–if they could fit in the bowl!

In the bag besides the watermelon were some caramel apples, organic, sustainably-farmed chocolate (Hooray for Aldi’s!!), some oatmeal cream pies, organic fruit snacks, organic string cheese, and a giant gourmet meat and cheese platter-thing that looked like it would be delicious for a 13-year old boy or two, (and a Motorcycle and Dad too, for that matter–those boys can EAT, when it comes to meat!).

We have to leave in about an hour to go to their house.

I hope the boys won’t be too disappointed that I only got them food and guitar-strings-to-be. I’m working tonight at the Speakeasy, so we’ll see how that goes. Last night I felt like crap, so I didn’t go in.

No Reading Film Festival this weekend.

Radiohead from next door did donate $50, but that just went to my overdrawn bank account.

Ugh.

Paul didn’t talk to me all last week because he was mad at me for writing about him what I did.

It sometimes baffles me that the people around me don’t take care of themselves, and so that translates into a general apathy about taking care of the people around them, and then to the planet, and wow, look at us now–the planet is burning down, and I’m the only one who seems to ever give a shit–in my circle of people, anyway–and when I point it out, then I’m the one who ends up apologizing.

Riddle me that one, willya?

Cuz I just don’t get it.

My intention is NOT to go around hurting people’s feelings and making them mad.

And I AM sorry that I did that to my dear friend of, well, 13 fucking years now, who supports me, and loves me, and follows me, and cherishes me as a person.

My intention IS to tell the truth and get people to CHANGE their behavior so that we can, collectively, CHANGE THE FUCKING WORLD, DUH.

And if that makes you mad, and hurts your feelings, well, so be it, and I guess I’m just about done apologizing for telling the truth.

Because it’s not mean, and nasty, and “spreading hate,” like people like to say.

It’s ACTUALLY just pointing out YOUR BAD BEHAVIOR that is HURTING THE PEOPLE and the PLANET AROUND YOU, and YOU SHOULD PROBABLY FUCKING CHANGE THAT, OR ELSE WE’RE ALL GOING TO DIE, LIKE REALLY, REALLY SOON, AND NOT IN A FUN WAY, EITHER.

Like in a natural disaster sort of way, where it’s every fucking man for himself–because if you think that the people around you who don’t give a shit about you now are going to give a shit about you later, when the shit hits the fan–AND YES, I AM TALKING TO YOU–well, YOU ARE JUST ABOUT DEAD WRONG, SWEETHEART.

And it’s coming.

And it’s coming soon.

Do you know when the last time that the military dug mass graves was?

1950.

During the Korean War.

When so many people died that they couldn’t fucking identify everyone, and so everybody went into like, a human garbage dump.

They dug some mass graves in North Carolina last month.

Called it “Operation Dragon Covenant Phase II.”

I wonder what the fuck THAT means.

“Operation Dragon Covenant Phase I was the initial conceptual and tabletop planning phase of the U.S. Army’s roadmap to modernize its large-scale battlefield fatality management doctrine.”

That’s what AI says.

Phase I: Plan it on paper.

Phase II: Dig mass graves.

Phase III: WAR. DUH.

Please, for the love of everything holy, store some food and water for your families.

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Muncy State Prison, Lucifer, and God

MUNCY STATE PRISON

December 30th, 2018

Drama, drama, drama–on the way to breakfast someone took somebody else’s cigarette, and of all the bad luck, I got seated with the slighted person, who was throwing a fit for the entire breakfast. Her friend was trying to calm her down, but she was all yelling and threatening to beat people up–how dumb. Her friend pointed out that she would only get kicked out of SIP if she did, but it didn’t help. I wanted to say if that’s the worst thing that happens to her today, she’s doing pretty good, but I didn’t want to get punched in the face. NA is pretty soon, which I am looking forward to. “The Word Among Us” is about taking care of our parents when they are old.

Hm.

I sincerely doubt that my parents are going to want ME taking care of them, but I don’t think my siblings would ever do it.

I guess we’ll see.

“Beside th Still Waters” likens humans to a clock that God winds up. “Productivity in Christ’s kingdom will be higher if we spend less time on repairs and more time on maintaining our connection to the Source of Life.” –Mike Weirich –Halsey, OR

I guess I’ll read “Lucifer Exposed” by Derek Prince.

“If we walk in the light as He is in the light, we have fellowship with one another, and the blood of Jesus Christ His Son cleanses us from all sin. (1 John 1:7)

“For the message of the Cross is foolishness to those who are perishing, but to us who are being saved it is the power of God.” – 1 Corinthians 1:18

This book says that drugs are a form of sorcery.

Hm.

“For our citizenship is in heaven, from which we eagerly wait for the Savior, the Lord Jesus Christ.” (Phil. 3:20)

“For sin shall not have dominion over you, for you are not under law but under grace.” (Romans 6:14)

11/01/2026 7:36pm (When I am transcribing this into Google Docs) I asked God out loud– “Am I even supposed to be doing this?” and got this answer: Angel number 320 is a spiritual message of harmony, faith, creative self-expression, and divine guidance.

Core Breakdown by Digit

• Number 3: Resonates with creativity, communication, joy, growth, and the presence of the Ascended Masters.

• Number 2: Brings energies of balance, trust, cooperation, service, and your life’s soul mission.

• Number 0: Amplifies spiritual development, infinity, universal energy, and the “God force”.

Key Meanings and Interpretations

• Trust and Divine Timing: According to numerology breakdowns on platforms like Sacred Scribes Angel Numbers, 320 appears when you need to maintain faith and trust that your life is moving in the right direction, even during periods of confusion.

• Creative Expression: The number encourages you to express your thoughts and feelings openly through art, writing, or communication, helping you feel free and inspired.

Moving on:

“Owe no one anything except to love one another for he who loves another has fulfilled the Law.” (Romans 13:8 – 10)

“I have been crucified with Christ; it is no longer I who live, but Christ lives in me; and the life which I now live in the flesh I live by faith in the Son of God, who loved me and gave Himself for me.”  (Galatians 2:20)

I guess there’s no NA today, they never called it.

Darn.

“The great dragon…that serpent of old…the Devil and Satan, who deceives the whole world. (Rev. 12:9)

“So do not throw away your confidence; it will be richly rewarded. You need to persevere so that when you have done the will of God, you will receive what He has promised. For in just a very little while, ‘He who is coming will come, and will not delay. But my righteous one will live by faith. And if he shrinks back, I will not be pleased with him.’ But we are not of those who shrink back and are destroyed, but of those who believe and are saved.” (Hebrews 10:35 – 39 NIV)

Last sentences of the book:

Will you commit yourself to do what Jesus said? Deny yourself. Take up your cross. Follow Him!”

Onto “Imaginations: More Than You Think,” by James P. Gills M.D.

The three “foundational principles” of this book are:

[1.] “We are what we think; therefore, our thoughts determine our actions.”

[2.] “Our present thoughts affect how we will spend eternity. When our thoughts are faithfully focused on God, we will be rewarded with an eternal mind-set in this life. We will have a glimpse of the blessings of eternity now, and will be richly rewarded, as well, when we experience His presence in heaven.”

[3.] “God is most glorified in us when we are most satisfied in Him. Our greatest joy is surrendering our thoughts and our lives to God.”

“Be careful what you think because your thoughts run your life.” –Proverbs 4:23, NCV

“Albert Einstein said, ‘Imagination is more important than knowledge.’”

Hm.

That’s a little heavy for me right now.

I think I’ll check out “Care of the Soul” by Thomas Moore.

“‘Soul’ is not a thing, but a quality or dimension of experiencing life and ourselves. It has to do with depth, value, relatedness, heart, and personal substance.”

This is interesting, and seems to fly in the face of modern medicine: “What the great sixteenth-century physician, Paracelsus, said about healing applies to care of the soul: ‘The physician is only the servant of nature, not her master. Therefore, it behooves medicine to follow the will of nature.’”

Interesting.

“Storytelling is an excellent way of caring for the soul. It helps us see the themes that circle in our lives, the deep themes that th=ell the myths we live.”

“The ultimate cure, as many ancient and modern psychologies of depth have asserted, comes from love and not from logic.”
The sun is shining brightly today, and it’s very pretty. Ellen has been in bed all day. We were supposed to go to Yard and walk the track for an hour today, but she wouldn’t get out of bed.

There is currently a hot debate outside my cell about the difference between the phrases, “Ima beat her ass,” and “Ima smack a bitch.”

There’s a lot of hostility in here today.

*sigh*

I wish this part of my life was over. I’m fed up with it. Of course, I have more than a month left of living here. I need a shower. I thought I would be able to take one after breakfast, but the CO wouldn’t let me. I’m gross and sick of myself today.

Back to my book.

“…there is evil in the world and in the human heart. If we don’t recognize this, we have a naive attitude that can get us into trouble.”

“The Greeks told the story of the minotaur, the bull-headed flesh-eating man who lived at the center of the labyrinth. He was a threatening beast, and yet his name was Asterion–Star. I often think of this paradox as I sit with someone with tears in her eyes, searching for some way to deal with a death, a divorce, or a depression. It is a beast, this thing that stirs in the core of her being, but it is also the star of her innermost nature. We have to care for this suffering with extreme reverence so that, in our fear and anger at the beast, we do not overlook the star.”

Wow.

I like that.

This is interesting.

“If we were to observe the soul in the family by honoring its stories and by not running away from its shadow, then we might not feel so inescapably determined by family influences.

When I was growing up, I swore I would never be anything like my Mother, because she always made me feel like an outcast, an unwanted nuisance.

Now, all three of my children are being raised by others, and, to my horror, one of those people is the very mother who always (and still does) rejected me.

Oh, the guilt.

Ellen is up, and singing at the top of her lungs, which renders reading almost impossible.

Almost dinnertime.

I guess I’ll write my kids’ letters a day early.

There–I wrote them that I loved them and that I hope they had a wonderful Christmas and birthday (Tiger). I also told Tiger that some of the best memories of my life are making cakes with her and telling stories with her before bedtime about unicorns and other animals getting through the woods to go home.

I didn’t really have much else today, other than I wanted them to write me and tell me what they got.

*sigh*

Now the conversation in the hallway is about whether Black or White adolescents have oral sex first, age-wise.

Yuck.

I don’t want to think about it, personally.

After dinner–on the way back from dinner a CO saw a transaction between a brown and a blue–trading coffee for tobacco–and flipped out and called us all a bunch of names–dumb and stupid, mostly.

Then, half the line got searched, myself included.

Fun times.

Back to my book, “Care of the Soul.”

This book is very abstract. I’m finding myself skimming paragraphs and not really absorbing them, so it’s time to read something else.

How about, “Moments with the Saviour: A Devotional Like (?) of Christ” by Ken Gine

Let us see what this has to offer.

Ellen is singing and dancing to “Superfreak.”

“…God’s purposes are not thwarted by our humanity, however weak and wayward it may be. That he works in us and through us, and more often than not, in spite of us. That he works with us, as a gardener works with his garden.:

Oh my.

Ellen just found a big hairball in her pants.

Funny.

Bed.

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Saving the Ending World

11/1/2026

November 1st, 2026

Daylight Savings Time Ends

Angel number 1101 is a divine message of new beginnings, personal growth, and creative expression. It signals that your thoughts manifest rapidly, and you are being guided to take conscious leadership over your path.

Core Numerology Breakdown

• Number 1 (Repeating Three Times): Symbolizes new beginnings, independence, creation, motivation, and the power to shape your own reality. Seeing three 1s amplifies these energies significantly.

• Number 0: Represents infinite potential, the “God force,” spiritual journeys, and the amplification of whatever numbers stand beside it.

• Reduction to 3 (1 + 1 + 0 + 1 = 3): Number 3 stands for communication, self-expression, joy, and creativity. Many interpret 1101 as the message that past false starts or quiet pauses weren’t failures, but a refinement leading to a stronger, more authentic voice.

Key Areas of Meaning

• New Beginnings & Career: Seeing 1101 often pops up when you are on the verge of a fresh start, a creative project, or a career shift. It encourages you to step out of your comfort zone and trust your inner wisdom.

Angel number 201 (or 0201) brings a spiritual message of trust, balance, and new beginnings.

Meaning of Individual Digits

• Number 2: Represents balance, patience, cooperation, and listening to others.

• Number 0: Amplifies spiritual connection, potential, and infinite possibilities.

• Number 1: Symbolizes new beginnings, independence, and taking the first step forward.

• Number 3 (Reduced sum: 2 + 0 + 1 = 3): Relates to creative expression, growth, and joy.

What It Means for You

• The Listener Who Speaks: In numerology, 201 often describes someone who spends time absorbing, learning, and supporting others before suddenly realizing they have their own original voice and path to share.

• Reassurance from Angels: Seeing this number is a sign that your angels support you, and you are making steady—even if subtle—progress on your soul mission.

• Stay Grounded: It encourages you to maintain faith in your abilities and make conscious, positive choices as you step into a fresh cycle.

2:07pm

I spent the morning hours making food for and loving on Paul, who, I have realized, I treat like a giant baby.

I do.

I just now, in the past few days, realized it, and I have to stop it, because I am feeding into a cycle of him not taking care of himself.

He just sort of forces or guilts or pays others to take care of him and his needs, and then so refuses to take care of them himself.

He just refuses to take care of himself.

I love him, but I can’t stand his lack of empathy and compassion for others.

I don’t know if it’s the never having children?

Probably that’s what it is with Gem too, they just don’t develop that “seeing the world through another person’s eyes.”

It’s the whole Empathy and Compassion Thing, yoooooooooooooooooouuuuu know?

They just…don’t.

Ugh.

And then there’s Motorcycle, whose mother lavished him with praise and love, telling him he was the greatest thing that ever existed, creating a man that craved that sort of attention forevermore, expecting it from women his entire life who could never compete with that sort of over-the-top, grandiose, unrealistic kind of “You’re Always Right And Good,” love, and also creating a man who could never deal with being wrong.

I’ll never understand them.

But, I guess I do, in a way–I remember being 16, and only liking animals, and not people, because, mostly, animals were never mean to you unless you were mean to them first.

I could understand them.

You don’t hurt me, I don’t hurt you.

Cool.

We good.

People are not the same.

People will hurt you for no reason.

For fun.

For sport.

Especially boy people, and then later, men people.

And people like my Mother.

They think it’s funny, or it satisfies them in some sick, and twisted, and vicious kind of way.

I never thought it was funny, or could understand how, they could laugh at my obvious embarrassment and my humiliation, my outright, blatant, severe, out-there-for-everyone-to-see, kind of pain.

How could that ever, ever, EVER be funny to you?

Please, can you explain that to me, like I am a kindergartener?

Must be that never had happened to you.

Must be that YOU never had to feel that HORRIBLE, HORRIBLE SHAME, and emotional and mental and physical PAIN, and HOW COULD YOU DO THAT TO ME kind of OVERWHELMING and ALL-CONSUMING kind of PAIN????!!!

It never occurred to me that it DID happen to them, and that THAT’S why they did it to me, because when you FEEL that sort of RIP YOUR GUTS OUT kind of SHAME, that you DIDN’T DESERVE and got BEATEN ON for NO REASON by someone A LOT BIGGER than you, maybe, when you were just little, and you couldn’t do a FUCKIN’ THING to DEFEND yourself, welp, I guess, in some cases, some people just want to do that do another person.

Animals do that too, if you beat ’em bad enough.

They get real mean and nasty, and there’s almost nothin’ that you can do to love it out of them.

That’s why I stuck with animals, when I was growing up, and most of my twenties too.

I just didn’t understand a world where you could be born to a Mother who hated you, and a step-brother who thought you were a sex toy, and a Dad who was just trying so hard to please the Mother (still is) that he couldn’t see the Truth Right In Front Of His Face (still can’t), and then, the Get Outta Here, No Fucking Kidding, Really? Cherry On the Topper of THAT Fucking Cake–A TWIN SISTER Who Was So Obsessed with Getting Mommy to Love Her (Still Is) That She Hates On You (to, like–your Entire Town, and the County Judge, and, CYS workers, and the District Attorney–you know–the Life Ruiners) To This Day, Every Single Goddamn Chance She Gets!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

And a Little Bro who just thinks I’m a crazy person, and doesn’t believe in God–or anything at all–except for wacko conspiracy theories about The Grateful Dead being in control of the Universe or something.

Whatev.

Anyway.

Motorcycle just messaged me that he’s going to do his dishes today.

Well, good for you, man, I can’t tell you how many times I’ve done your dishes.

I can, however, tell you how many times you’ve done mine, and that’s a big, fat, ZERO.

You know, Tabby asked me the other day if I would be with Zuko if she ever got out of prison, and I immediately said a big, fat, YES.

She brought up how the men in my life aren’t the kind of “Save the World” kind of people, like I am, but Zuko is, you know?

You know?

IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII KNOW.

As soon as Motorcycle kicked me out the last time, he started burning plastics again and stopped recycling.

Like–the instant my stuff was gone.

Paul only does it when it’s convenient for him.

Gem never does.

I’ll never understand people.

What are they going to do in a few weeks when the entire grid collapses, like everybody says it’s going to?

People are still, like, standing around, playing their violins, like, while the Titanic is fucking sinking…aaaaaaaaaaaaand NOBODY’S SAYING ANYTHING.

Like, seriously?

ALL of the governments around the WORLD are warning people about being self-sufficient for at least 90 days.

And people are just, like, lah-de-dah, like, I have to go, and like, get my fucking nails done, like, when it was COVID, and shit.

But this is much bigger than COVID.

AND COVID WAS BIG.

THE U.S. MILITARY IS DIGGING MASS GRAVES.

Those are for US, guys.

THOSE ARE FOR US.

What are people going to do?

Here’s my advice:

Start stocking up on canned goods, and start saving enormous amounts of water, and no, I’m not even close to kidding.

Stock up on your pet food too, and share this post, if you care, even a little, about your life, or the lives of those around you.

Water, canned food, pet food, tell the people around you that you love them.

I’m not even close to kidding, and this is not fear-mongering.

This is the truth.

Love, Justine

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Court, Bindi, and Blood Sports

October 29th, 2026

Thursday

2:24pm

So, we had our day in court.

Of course it was kind of a shit show.

Then again, it was kind of a miracle, there in the end.

Of course my mother brought her handy-dandy little notebook, the one she keeps with all of the dates and times that Justine fucks up in there.

Ya gotta keep track of that shit, ya know?

I think the Judge is finally starting to get a clearer picture of just how the Bonczars treat me when it comes to me being involved in my boys’ lives.

I said, “I have not, in the past year, been allowed, or invited, to go to ONE–doctor’s appointment, parent-teacher conference, special sporting event or practice (like last night–there was a soccer banquet), family event, vacation, or anything else that I can think of.

My mother’s excuse:

“She can find that stuff online.”

Mmmmmmmmmmm….no “she” can’t, Bindi.

They change the practice times all of the time, and I wasn’t told about all of the games, and so I missed some of them. I only was able to go to the ones that the boys remembered to tell me about.

The soccer banquet wasn’t online, parent-teacher conferences and doctor’s appointments aren’t online–what are you even talking about??

So, the Judge did say that he would make it EVEN MORE clear that “shared legal custody” means that I am supposed to be apprised of these things well BEFORE they happen, and not AFTER THE FACT, like they have been doing for the boys’ entire lives.

They said that I had made the boys uncomfortable with my “Uncomfortable Mom Talks.”

I said, “Yeah, that’s why they’re called ‘Uncomfortable Mom Talks,’ and every boy has to have them with every Mom, and I stand by my decisions!”

Hey, okay–when the 12-year old in the next town over tragically and shockingly and horrifically kills himself, and the school in this town is radio-silent about it for the first several days, but all of the students are buzzing about it–I’m sorry but I’mmmmmmmmmmmmmm NOT SORRY, because IT’S TIME for an Uncomfortable Mom Talk!

But guess what that is??

That’s me being like, “Hey, guys, Um….come over here, because I want to hug and kiss on you a lot and tell you that if you ever, like ever feel hopeless to the point that you feel like you want to die, please, please, PLEASEpleasepleaseplease remember how very loved and cherished you are by this family and me and Motorcycle and Jake and Pixie and Tiger and the other Tiger, and on and on and on, like, okay, please??

You know?

And, like, yeah, that might be uncomfortable for a 12-year old boy to absorb, that a boy his age felt that way and did that thing, but I NEED him to know how VERY, VERY much he is LOVED, and CHERISHED, and NEEDED, and WANTED, in this FAMILY that we are, like I never was.

Because I DO know what that feels like–to not belong to your own family.

I have felt that way since I was born, and my Mother reinforces it every single day, just like she did today.

When I asked her, on the stand, if she could remember if ever, in the last 10 years, in the last DECADE, she had CALLED ME to SEE HOW I WAS, ONCE she said, “I don’t know.”

I know.

No, you haven’t.

Not once.

You call other people.

You would rather write down everything I do wrong, and report it to a judge, than tell me what I am actually doing wrong, so that I can fix it.

You would rather disparage me to the entire family, and then have them be surprised and shocked when I show up looking fantastic and fine at family events, like the recent funeral of my Grandfather.

Everyone was shocked to see me.

I know that because they told me that.

“Oh, I didn’t expect you to be here.”

That’s what I heard over and over and over.

Why?

Well, because they EXPECT me to be sticking needles in my arms in a back alley somewhere, probably while doing some disgusting sexual thing they made up in their heads that I never did (I say that because my sister actually told this to me, that I gave men oral sex–which she said in a much more filthy, disgusting way–for drugs, which was news to me, because that has never happened in my lifetime, but that’s what she likes to say about me), and NOT attending my beloved Grandfather’s funeral.

No one was shocked to see my sister, though, who is the ACTUAL alcoholic, who showed up looking bleary-eyed, bloated, and hung-over, at the funeral, which is what alcoholics usually look like.

You know why people WEREN’T surprised to see her?

Because I usually DON’T spend my time making up stories about my family and spreading them around like wildfire, because I think it’s fun to tear people’s lives apart, and lie under oath, in a courtroom, and then laugh about it later, and call it a “bloodbath,” when they’re children get ripped out of their families, because of what I said.

For fun.

For sport.

In my family, it’s a blood sport.

Well, I’ll just continue to tell the fucking truth, and maybe someday it’ll do me some fucking good.

How about that?

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Fucking Potter County. Some Things Never Change

Here’s an ongoing conversation with a formerly local woman who just won an award for treating people with dignity, who has always treated me like shit, so I pointed that out to her:

“I saw your accomplishments at Keuka College, and the way you’ve been recently honored.

Congratulations.

I want you to know that from the time we were in high school until now, I’ve always admired you.

Since you were a drum major, you had a magnetic energy that made people want to be around you.

And I don’t know why, but you’ve always gone out of your way to treat me like absolute shit.

So, I thought it was funny that you are getting honored specifically for “treating every human with dignity,” because, Trolly, right up until this past year, in the Dollar General, you have gone out of your way to single me out, and treat me like shit in public, so I just want to point that out to you, that maybe, when you are receiving your awards for being so great at being wonderful to other people, you might extend that to people who are not your students.

Just a thought, because I never did a fucking thing to you.”

She responded:

“I’m surprised by your message, as I genuinely don’t recall an interaction at Dollar General or intentionally treating you or anyone else with disrespect.

I take treating people with dignity seriously, both personally and professionally, and I would never intentionally single you or anyone else out or humiliate you or anyone else.

I have been this way since high school and I’m not going to move home and suddenly change my character.

If you would like to be more specific, I am happy to hear you out.

I recall talking to you [at] the protests.”

I responded:

For sure, yes, I would love to enlighten you.

In high school, I was 12, and in a brand new state, and in a brand new town, and in a brand new school, and didn’t know a single fucking person.

I walked by a group of you and your friends, talking and laughing, and you called me over.

I, terrified, knowing nothing about you except that you were much older and bigger than me and were surrounded by a lot of people who didn’t look very nice, kept walking, keeping my head down.

I turned out to be right, because you called out, “Oh yeah? Stick your nose a little higher in the air!!”

That was my introduction to Coudersport, Pennsylvania.

At the Dollar General last year, I had just, that day, gotten put on a new psychiatric medication that was making my head very foggy and fuzzy, and I wasn’t thinking straight.

I had two items in my hands, and I went to a register that wasn’t even open.

There was a long line at the other register.

One of the workers came over and opened the register where I had set down my stuff, and you made some nasty comment about how I just “snatched and ran” or something, and the whole line of people laughed.

I, later, realizing what had happened, put up a public apology on Facebook for rudely jumping in line ahead of everyone unintentionally.

And, yeah, at the protest, I walked up to you and politely asked you if I could ask you a couple of questions, and you fairly shouted, “NOPE!” and turned around, while I turned, startled, to interview the person next to you.

I don’t have any idea what about me rubs you so much the wrong way, Trolly, but you have ALWAYS gone out of your way to treat me like I was less than nothing, and you should be ashamed of yourself for accepting any award that rewards you for treating people with inherent value, dignity, and respect, because you have always treated me like human garbage, and that can never be undone.

I guess we’ll see what she has to say next.

(She didn’t respond.)

7:04pm

Angel number 0700 (and 700) is a spiritual message from the universe signaling divine approval, spiritual awakening, and encouragement for the path you are currently on.

Core Meanings

• Divine Validation: Seeing 0700 means your guardian angels or the universe are happy with your recent choices, intentions, and hard work.

• Spiritual Awakening: The number 7 represents inner wisdom, intuition, and spiritual growth, urging you to trust your higher self.

• Infinite Potential: The double zeros (00) amplify energy, representing endless life cycles, divine connection, and new beginnings.

• Rewards & Opportunities: Your positive actions are aligning to bring upcoming blessings, good news, or a new life adventure.

Key Themes to Focus On

• Trust Your Intuition: Lean on your inner compass rather than seeking external validation.

• Let Go of the Past: Release old habits, regrets, or stagnant energy to make room for fresh chapters.

• Embrace Authenticity: Clear out dishonesty or hidden stress in your personal and professional life.

October 27th, 2026

Monday

4:11pm

Well, the day started off good enough, with my Father picking me up for a round trip of me getting a much-needed paycheck (Yay!) from the awesome non-profit that serves disabled veterans, the LEEK Foundation (if you want to know more, visit my Monarch Media web page or click this link:  https://monarchmedia100.com/2026/10/25/beyond-the-uniform-finding-connection-through-the-leek-foundation/

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THEN, I went to DG and got some various things like cupcakes (yum!) and coffee, and stuff to tame my wild hair that is made from plants and won’t harm me or the Earth either.

And I forgot cat litter.

Again.

Fuck.

I offered the lady next to me a cupcake, but she said, “I’m good.”

The lady on the other side of me, seeing me opening my cupcakes, with my basket and purse on the floor, as there was nowhere else to put them while standing in a very long line at the Dollar General, snorted, and fairly shouted, “ARE YOU IN LINE!”

“YEP!” I shouted back. “JUST HAD TO MAKE A PIT-STOP FOR A CUPCAKE!!”

I did not offer shouty-McGee a cupcake, but I should have, and will, in one day, because that’s what Jesus would freakin’ do.

I looked at her behind me, and she rolled her eyes and then glared at the woman up front, who, apparently from out of town, was having problems dropping off her Fed Ex package at this supposed Fed Ex package drop-off site.

Anyway, I survived that shit-show, complimented the teenager behind the counter on her multi-colored hair, and went on to Tractor Supply, where I got flea and ear mite meds for the various cats that I care for–my parent’s, my neighbor’s, and mine, currently, which adds up to five felines to de-flea-infestate. I’m sure Grammarly is going to flag that one.

‘Tis the season for parasites, though.

Fleas love dark, cool spaces–like–under beds, under drapes, curtains, couches, dressers, other various furniture that doesn’t get vacuumed under…I hate fleas. The good thing is that Advantage II now claims to treat fleas AND ticks, which is amazing and good, because the ticks are crazy here in smack in the middle of the Northern-most Pennsylvania Wilds.

Anyway, I get home, do a short live-stream life-hack about how you can treat several cats for the price of one, and then treat my Pixie and the neighbor cats and bla-de-bla-my day is going fine.

Then Motorcycle calls me, somewhat out of the blue, and says he’s got some more mail for me from the District Magistrate Court here in Good Ole’ Boy Town, Potter County.

Now–this is strange, because, I just heart from them, and the one and only charge I had from them–disorderly conduct–engaging in fighting–was just a fine, and was dropped–BY THEM.

Sooooooooooo….curious, I tell Motorcycle to open it.

So, it turns out that the Magistrate Judge in this town, Bryan D. Phelps, musta changed his mind preeeeeeeeeetty Goddamn good, because all of a sudden, and out of the clear blue sky, I now have THREE CRIMINAL CHARGES, with the Disorderly Conduct tacked back on there, and two MORE charges, which include Resisting Arrest and Walking Along or On a Highway…

Huh.

And I even went in there the other day to personally thank the man for dropping the Disorderly Conduct in the first place, with tears in my eyes and everything.

He wasn’t there, so I left him a grateful message.

Huh.

Guess he changed his motherfuckin’ mind.

Didn’t know THAT was a thing.

But here in Potter County, they just fucking do whatever the fucking fuck they want, don’t they?

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Seven’s, Walking the Walk, and Jesus Christ

October 25th, 2025

Sunday

3:35pm

I am seeing tons of 7’s today. Then I went on Facebook, and the first thing that comes up is a mystic saying that, in the 15 years that she’s been “seeing” and “reading” things, she’s never quite had this big of a feeling, and that, “The world is going through a transmutation right now.”

Well, I have no idea what that means, so I look up the word “transmutation,” naturally, and get this: “a transmutation is the complete change of one substance, form, nature, element, or species into another.”

Huh.

And then there’s all of the seven’s. And the three’s.

Angel number 777 is a powerful symbol of spiritual awakening, divine alignment, and inner wisdom. When you repeatedly see this number sequence on receipts, clocks, or license plates, modern numerology interprets it as a sign that you are on the right path and in deep harmony with the universe.

Unlike other numbers that focus on external shifts—like 111 for new beginnings or 888 for material success—the energy of 777 points entirely inward.

Core Meanings of 777

• Spiritual Awakening: It signals a time of personal evolution and heightened self-awareness.

• Trusting Intuition: Seeing 777 is a gentle reminder to stop overthinking and rely on your inner knowing.

• Divine Reassurance: It serves as a celestial “green light” confirming that your current path aligns with your soul’s purpose.

• Earned Good Fortune: While many associate the number 7 with raw luck, spiritually it implies you are reaping rewards from the quiet, inner work you’ve already done.

The Numerology Breakdown

In classical numerology, the single digit 7 is the number of the seeker, the mystic, and the philosopher. It rules the interior life, introspection, and hidden knowledge. Tripling this digit amplifies its energy exponentially.

Furthermore, adding the digits together (7 + 7 + 7 = 21) and reducing them (2 + 1 = 3) reveals the underlying energy of the number 3, which represents creative expression, communication, and connection to higher guidance.

Angel number 333 is a powerful symbol of growth, creative expansion, and divine alignment. While 777 focuses entirely on quiet, internal introspection, seeing 333 is an active, outward-moving call from the universe. It serves as a spiritual green light to express your truth, make pending decisions, and step boldly into your next chapter.

Core Meanings of 333

  • Personal & Professional Growth: It indicates that you are in a phase of rapid evolution across your career, relationships, and self-love.
  • Creative Expression: The number 3 rules communication, collaboration, and artistry. Seeing it tripled encourages you to share your ideas and use your voice without fear.
  • Mind, Body, & Spirit Balance: The structure of 333 represents the ultimate tripod of stability (the triangle being nature’s strongest shape). It prompts you to check if your physical, mental, and spiritual health are in alignment.
  • Spiritual Support & Protection: Culturally, 333 is deeply tied to the presence of spiritual guides, guardian angels, or “Ascended Masters” (like Buddha or Jesus). It is a comforting reminder that you are not walking alone

The Numerology Breakdown

In classical numerology, the single digit 3 represents the birth of an idea, social energy, and joy. It is the spark that occurs when two forces synthesize to create something entirely new. Tripling this digit multiplies its generative and expressive power.

Furthermore, adding the digits together (3 + 3 + 3 = 9) connects 333 to the energy of the number 9. In numerology, 9 represents deep universal wisdom, humanitarianism, and the successful completion of a major cycle, ensuring that your current growth has a solid foundation.

So those are my angel numbers for the day.

I got to thinking today, you know, what if I really was Jesus Christ?

I keep having these blackout psychotic episodes, where I think I’m Jesus, which keep getting closer and closer together, actually, and not further apart, like they’re supposed to, with medical management and therapy, and take these 15 or 16 pills and bla, bla, and do this, and do that, and stand on your head, and do cartwheels, and jumping jacks, and all at the same time, okay please?!

What if IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII…….actually walked the walk for a year?

Then, at 2:20pm, smack in the middle of me experiencing all if this stuff, the Abundant Alchemist on a Facebook reel said all of this stuff about being your true self, and then said that if you believe in this stuff, then drop a “777” in the comments.

MORE 7’s!

Anyway–

Liiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiike….what would that look like?

Like–I already live on basically nothing, and help people wherever I can, sooooooooooooooo….what would that look like?

I would have to:

  1. Stop eating meat, for sure, and be vegan, because it is the most responsible thing to do for the planet. If you don’t believe me, look it up. The #2 thing behind vehicle pollution that is causing global warming is factory farming–the planet simply cannot sustain people eating meat three meals a day, and our bodies weren’t meant to anyway–that’s why Coronary Artery Disease is the #1 killer in America. And if you think that hunting and killing all the rest of the remaining wildlife on the planet is the answer, well, you’re just wrong, and that’s absurd. Yooooooooooouuuuuuuuuuu know?
  2. Use only reusable, sustainable stuff. No single use plastics. Ever. That would be really hard. Like–no buying candy bars at the grocery counter and then throwing away the wrapper. If I want a candy bar, I’m going to have to buy the ingredients and make it myself. Yoooooooooooooouuuuuuuuuuu know?
  3. Grow my own food this year. With heirloom, non-GMO seeds. That’s simple enough.
  4. Use non-toxic, earth-friendly cleaning supplies from a refillery. Luckily–there is one in the town of Coudersport, PA, called Love, Evelyn! Yay!
  5. Live stream my life.
  6. Start 11/27/26, with The Summons–a FREE workshop that anyone can attend–(The ReWilding of Women), here’s the link–   https://rewildingway.com/the-summons/?fbclid=IwY2xjawVLhPBleHRuA2FlbQIxMABwZG9mBWJyaWQRMTdqWVhNWjE1bFZXNkpOSThzcnRjBmFwcF9pZBAyMjIwMzkxNzg4MjAwODkyAAEeNxfBHM7VYHNdsWs8HYoo5oCsjmbNqBTQ5uKkwL0Mig7X3LBV9Pn0234-aW0_aem_SGIdY53amXKjsOgpWCIMJg end with a Women’s Three Day Work Stoppage and March on Washington 11/27/27!
  7. WALK the WALK for ONE YEAR! YEAH!
  8. Lead With LOVE–Do My Very Best To Be Nice, Gracious, and Loving to Everyone I Meet–no excuses!!
  9. Right Wrongs When I Can!
  10. Teach Others to Do These Things!

Beeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeecause…if we ALL did this, THEN WE COULD SAVE THE WORLD!!

Yooooooooooooouuuuu KNOW?

Because here’s the thing, and I’m being super honest when I say this–the people I love the most don’t do the things that I do.

They don’t compost.

They don’t recycle.

They don’t fucking garden, or feed their pets–or themselves–organic foods, so that they don’t get sick and die early of cancer, and heart and lung and other organ diseases.

They don’t.

They eat shit, and complain that they have gas, and chronic diarrhea, and they cough and throw up all of the time, and they have to have organs removed because of cancer, and their animals die young because they eat what they eat, and they’re obese too, and bla-de-bla-de-bla.

You know?

They just don’t give a shit.

About anything.

But themselves.

They eat chicken wings because they taste good, you know?

No matter that it’s 80 degrees on Christmas now because of it, and the polar bears are skeletons, and the oceans are boiling the fish alive.

No matter.

Eh.

It is what it is.

It tastes good.

And plastic is convenient.

No matter that it takes 100 years to break down, and releases tons of heat when it does, like, when it settles, like, at the bottom of the ocean, which is like, supposed to be one of the coldest places on Earth.

You know?

It’s whatever.

They don’t care.

Motorcycle burns plastic.

Gem had a kidney removed because of cancer and smokes like a fucking chimney and eats garbage every day.

She takes Mounjaro, though, so don’t worry.

Her little dog just died at 12 because of heart disease because he had to breathe her second-hand smoke for his entire life, but when I told her that she was selfish and horrible and only ever thought of herself for calling herself “poor,” like me, when she gets her hair and nails professionally done every five minutes–toenails too–and has to compulsively shop for clothes she will never wear every day, I ended up being the one who had to apologize, and pay her gas money for picking me up from the next town over, while she pays $300 for her next designer dog.

You know?

Paul eats so poorly that his digestive system is at war with him constantly, and he burps and farts like the tin man on the Wizard of Oz squeaks and squawks, with every movement.

That’s what a lifetime of McDonald’s and ice cream for breakfast, lunch, and dinner will get you, I guess, along with a years-long heavy addiction to root beer, which is high in processing chemicals, sugar, and high fructose corn syrup.

He has GERD so bad that he has had to have surgery twice now to have polyps removed on his vocal cords, not to mention the pre-cancerous intestinal polyps.

No matter.

They simply do not care, and no amount of care from me does any good at all.

So there’s that.

These are the people in my life who say that they love me the most.

I’m not sure what they’ll think of me after this post.

I guess we’ll find out.

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Parents and Pumpkin Seed Wars

October 24th, 2026

Today I went to the Post Office with my Mother, Father, and my boys to get their passport paperwork signed, so that they can go to Alaska without me next July. There was some problem with how the printer had formatted the paperwork, and so it could not be processed anyway.

We have court on Thursday.

I, of course, am terrified, that they will just rip apart my life, piece by piece, like they always do, and weaponize my mental illness and past drug use as a forever-illness that can never be absolved, no matter how many programs, and probations, and jails, and prisons, and house arrests, that I complete.

I asked the boys today if they wanted to talk to the Judge, now that they are old enough to, to answer questions about whether or not they want to see me more or less often.

King was on the fence, and said that he had “already answered that question to the lawyer a hundred times.”

Superman said yes.

Motorcycle is sleeping peacefully next to me, with Jake the Beagle between us, having decided that he still can tolerate me, even though I am clearly a crazy person who cannot be trusted with one’s heart.

I did not have to go into the Speakeasy tonight, thank the Blessed Heavens above, because Jessica Rabbit went to another bar’s Halloween Costume Party.

The boys and I had a great day today carving pumpkins.

It was nice.

At one point, they both had a seed between their pointer finger and thumb, and looked at each other, implicitly understood something that didn’t need to be stated out loud, both nodded, and then turned to me, and–

Pew-pew!!

Pumpkin seeds!!

Fired at close range!

I sprung from my seat, and chased them upstairs, with them giggling wildly like toddlers all the way.

It was wonderful fun.

Of course it ended in tickle fights and kiss attacks, with them both escaping under their respective beds, and me moping downstairs, announcing a ceasefire, having been soundly walloped in this pumpkin-seed war by two pre-teen twins, who are much more nimble and spry than myself; my pride and joy, my Grand Finale, who I love so hard that it hurts.

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Psychotic Break Number ?

October 13th, 2026

Tuesday

1:10pm

The 0101 angel number (or 01:01 on a clock) is a spiritual sign representing fresh starts, inner alignment, and a prompt to trust your intuition.

Core Numerological Meanings

• Number 1: Symbolizes new beginnings, self-leadership, willpower, and creation.

• Number 0: Amplifies adjacent energies, representing infinite potential, the divine source, and spiritual flow.

• Combined Energy (0101): Functions as a celestial “green light” or wake-up call to step out of your comfort zone and take action on your personal growth.

Key Spiritual Themes

• New Beginnings: According to wikiHow, it signals a positive, optimistic shift or a clean slate in your life’s path.

• Heightened Intuition: It encourages you to lean on your inner guidance and higher self rather than relying solely on outside opinions.

• Personal Development in Love: In relationships, it highlights the need for self-love, emotional clarity, and a positive mindset before building or renewing a connection

Balance and Duality: The alternating sequence points to the harmony between inner reflection (0) and outer action.

1:25pm

So, I didn’t save the world again.

I did, however, manage to forgive my mother, which had a startlingly lightening effect, like a literal lifting of a burden off of my shoulders, it felt like.

Like I could even breathe easier.

She apologized.

For the way she treated me when I was little.

So, I forgave her.

This, in a dark, cold hospital room, after the police brought me in–me in blue paper “clothing”– handcuffed and bleeding from the knees, bruises on my arms where they twisted them behind my back to be arrested for “Disorderly Conduct.”

I forgave her.

For she was just a child herself.

Maybe, in another world, in a different age, I would have been a rotten mother too, to a set of unwanted and ashamedly born twins. 

She asked if she could hug me.

I said yes.

She reminds me of Sassypants, my cellmate, who murdered her two, or was it three (?), children. 

Not a motherly bone in her body.

Never for me, anyway.

Does things because she “should.”

Adheres strictly to sets of rules.

She said when she came in, “I came because you said last time nobody even showed up.”

I said, with my face already puffy from sobbing, now with new tears welling up,

“Yeah.”

“That’s how people show that they care, Mom (which came out “bob,” because my nose was so stuffed up).

“They show up.”

She then shocked the living hell out of me by coming over to me and hugging me fiercely, while whispering in my ear, “We CARE about you, Jessica.”

Which made me cry harder.

Why do I never feel that?

3pm

Angel number 0300 blends the amplification of zero with the creative and spiritual vibrations of three, serving as a divine reminder to trust your intuition and focus on personal growth despite any lack of clarity. In numerology, this sequence carries specific symbolic meanings broken down by its digits.

Core Meanings of 0300

• The Number 0: Represents eternity, wholeness, potential, and the beginning of a spiritual journey. Doubled as ’00’, it magnifies the universal energies and God-force surrounding you.

• The Number 3: Symbolizes creativity, self-expression, optimism, and the presence of ascended masters guiding your path.

• Combined Energy (300): Acts as a conscious nudge to let go of doubts, listen to your gut feelings, and appreciate the support of the universe and people who helped you succeed.

Key Themes

• Clarity: Do not let uncertainty paralyze your next steps; focus on what brings fulfillment right now.

• Intuition: Pay close attention to your inner voice and gut feelings.

•  Pay close attention to your inner voice and gut feelings.

• Gratitude: Acknowledge the divine support and meaningful relationships in your life.

I told Motorcycle that I release him. He can be free from forever looking after me, and being my keeper.

It must be a relief, to him.

I hope it is, anyhow.

I’m not good for his mental health, and I know this about myself.

The episodes are closer and closer together now, making the roller coaster ride unbearable.

It is too much for one man to bear, and it isn’t fair of me to ask him to.

I release you.

Be free.

3:22pm

Angel number 0303 symbolizes creativity, communication, self-expression, and divine guidance for fresh opportunities in your life.

Core Numerology Breakdown

• The Number 3: Represents imagination, inspiration, social connection, communication, and creative expression.

• The Number 0: Amplifies the numbers around it and represents infinite potential, divine energy, and spiritual alignment.

• The Sum (0 + 3 + 0 + 3 = 6): Reduces to the number 6, which vibrates with themes of home, harmony, responsibility, and love for those closest to you.

• Guidance and Signs: Combinations of 3 and 0 are a sign from the universe to listen to your inner voice and trust divine timing.

So, that’s the gist of it.

I stood in the road.

I said I was Jesus.

The police came and tackled me.

Motorcycle 302’d me, however, since I didn’t hurt anyone or say I was going to hurt myself, they couldn’t hold me legally. 

Eventually came in and just said there was a “snafu” with the 302 and they couldn’t legally hold me.

So, I sat in a paper gown and cried for 12 hours, and had to ask for basic necessities like food and water, and soap, and toothpaste.

That’s how UPMC treats mental health patients.

Like animals.

Like inmates, in fact.

I would know.

I must have heard the word “policy” over 100 times in that 12 hours, because I kept asking questions about why they were treating me so very poorly.

They wouldn’t give me any of my personal belongings, lest I kill myself with them.

Motorcycle brought my computer, which I begged and begged for, so that I could write, and do something therapeutic, at least, in this wasteland that they deem a “hospital,” where unwell people are apparently supposed to be able to heal of their own accord, without any help at all from the staff of the “hospital.” 

But I might have strangled myself with the cords, a man mentioned.

So there’s that.

They give you nothing.

Not even a pen and paper, or a book or something. They just sit and stare at you, and type in their computer anything that you say.

That is how psychotic, or suicidal, patients are treated, I guess, at this “non-profit” “hospital” they call UPMC Cole, here in Coudersport, Pennsylvania. 

Apparently there is something therapeutic about blue paper suits.

Maybe the people wearing “suits” who make the “policies” about how human beings are treated when they have a mental breakdown should have to be degraded into getting stripped naked of all of their personal clothes and belongings, including any jewelry–like wedding rings–that they have on, and be placed into a blue paper suit, and then be put into a room with nothing, except only another person staring at you, writing down what you say, while they are making their “policies.”

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Zuko Poems, Desire, and FRUSTRATION

MUNCY STATE PRISON

March 22nd, 2025

Saturday

Zuko wrote me:

Hey Gorgeous ♥️

I love the way you smile at me when we see each other for the first time in the morning. 🙂 You always look so beautiful. ♥️I look forward to the day when I can wrap my arms around you + kiss you. And you’ll snuggle into me, so I’ll hold you for awhile + then kiss your head + go start the coffee. 🙂 I love you. I love you so much Sweetheart. ♥️ Imma marry you, + we’ll be happy + in love for the rest of our lives. 🙂 We were made for each other + destined to find each other + fall in love. ♥️♥️ I’m so in love with you Sprout. I’m so grateful to have you by my side as we journey thru life together. ♥️

M’Lady! Watch out for poles and green sewer flames! 🙂 lol. I love you Baby. Always + forever. ♥️

So.

My shitbag cellie is gone–

[This just fell out of my journal when I turned the page: A small paper with a haiku on it that Zuko wrote me. It says:

Her smile melts me.

Gorgeous blue eyes meet my own.

We found each other.

Then there’s a red heart and inside it, it says:

J + T

2-3-25]

–now. 🙂Yay! That took care of itself, thankfully. 

BYE!

I didn’t realize how stressed she made me feel until she was gone. 

That sucked.

I’m sure you can relate since you had your own thief.

Anyway.

That ate up a lot of my free time, cuz I had to deal with her spazzing out earlier + then pack all her bullshit + then clean up the cell + take her bedding down. 😐

*sigh*

I love you. Thank you for writing me. It makes me feel better, cuz I have a better idea of what you’re thinking + how you’re feeling. You make my whole life better too. I’m honored that you want me to meet your kiddos. 🙂

I’m glad to be your “good reason” to be here.

I’m so happy our paths crossed in this pit.

You’re my silver lining too Babe. 🙂♥️

I’ll always care about you, especially when you don’t feel well. We get married multiple times a day, you should know I love you in good times + bad, sickness + health, etc.

I LOVE you.

I wrote Gem a letter:

Gem, 

I wish I could call you. I should see parole next week, but if they don’t parole me, I max out 6/26/25.

I have a favor to ask–can you pick me up from this hellhole?

You’ll have to coordinate with Motorcycle to bring me some clothes to wear, and more clothes to take to the Women’s Center. I talk to him about once a week these days.

He wanted to know if we could still have sex even though we aren’t together (eye roll).

I said no.

In other news, I’m in love with a woman here named Zuko. You can’t write anything about it on the kiosk, though.

The problem is that she’s here on a 20-40 year sentence for 3rd degree murder.

She shot her girlfriend and she died.

In my mind it was self-defense, but there’s no self-defense in Pennsylvania. The girlfriend was very abusive and tried to kill Zuko first.

But, it is what it is.

She’s seeing if she can get a new trial.

I never thought this would happen, but it did.

Everyone jokes about being gay in prison, but I really wasn’t expecting this.

It is nice to have a silver lining here.

It’s such a crappy place.

I can’t wait to leave.

Also–I’ve lost all the weight I gained back when I got out the last time and I’m skinny again–137lbs.

The food here is super bad.

Sorry I don’t message very much–Motorcycle doesn’t send money anymore and neither does Stryder, because he lost his job.

So these last few weeks are gonna suck.

Anyway, I love you and I miss you so much and I hope you are feeling better.

Love,

Justine

P.S. Tell Damion I’m happy for him 🙂

I wrote Zuko back:

Sweetheart, 

You look tired today. I’m feeling okay, but weirdly, my L hip hurts today. ← Sorry, throwback from writing in medical records all day.

I wrote Gem and told her about you. She’ll contact you on the kiosk then.

I also asked her if she can get my clothes from Motorcycle and pick me up from this hellhole, whenever that is.

My mom messaged me on the kiosk that she sent money and that Cool wants to see me before he goes back to Vermont. I don’t know if that will be possible, but I’ll try. 

It would be nice to see him.

I love you so much. You’re so good to me. Even when I’m a blob.

Thank you.

I love it that you’re always touching me when we sit together. I missed being touched. A lot. I love that you marry me multiple times a day too.

And that you “M’Lady!” me out of harm’s way.

I love you always, 

♥️Me ♥️

March 23, 2025

Sunday

8:50pm

Zuko cried tonight after she read the first part of “Down So Long.” It was a part where I wrote a poem to Motorcycle. She left a note in the page that said, “Fuck this shit. You don’t ever write me anything like this. I can’t read any more of this bullshit. Good luck. 💔”

Well, fuck.

Then she didn’t come down for Common Room right away. Then finally she did. More of this stuff about how I need to try harder. So that she knows I love her.

Fuck.

I must tell her a hundred times a day.

I’m exhausted just thinking about it.

Fuck.

March 24th, 2025

Monday

3:09pm

We finally went shopping today.

I wrote a poem for Zuko:

She Dances When She’s Happy

When he’s happy she dances

When she’s sad she cries

Tears like crystals

From her pretty green eyes

I love her smile, her eyes, her hips

I fantasize about her

Pressed against my lips

She’s beautiful and funny

Witty and smart

She draws little pictures

She has my heart

When she’s happy, she dances

To music in her head

I hope she’ll give me chances

To keep her hungry hands fed

She calls me “Baby,” and “Beautiful” and “Sprout”

While other people wonder

What that’s all about

I revel in her spirit

Swim around in her love

She seems heaven-sent

Like an angel from above

When she’s happy, she dances

When she’s sad, she cries

Tears like crystals

From her pretty green eyes

Freedom

“I’m not going without you,”

She whispered into the dark,

Her love looked at her sadly

“This is gonna leave a mark,”

She thought, as her hand brushed her face

On my soul:

The grief, the pain

The heartbreaking way it rained

She looked into my eyes

While we said our goodbyes

In this place of hard metal, razor-wire and bars

This goodbye isn’t forever

It was written in the stars

That we would be together

Even if not right away

“I don’t want you to go, I want you to stay”

“I know darling,” she said, 

“But there are things I must do,

So that we can be together

So you can be free too,

Wait for me, darling,

Wait for me some

I’ll come back to get you

We’ll have so much fun

Laughing and dancing

Making love all night

Signing silly songs

Under the moonlight

Just look a the sky

We’re under the same sun

Life will be so sweet

When we both have freedom.”

I hope Zuko likes my poems.

I hope she knows I love her.

I told her I would do better.

She says I don’t have to write her poetry.

I say I do.

She cried when she read the second poem.

10:28pm

Jesus Christ. 

I’m so turned on I don’t know what to do with myself. The way Zuko touches me, I can’t get enough of it. 

I want her.

Badly.

She wants me too, which is such a turn-on. 

When I look at her after we kiss, I can see the embers of white-hot desire burning in her eyes. 

I feel like I could drown in it. 

And it would feel..so…good.

It’s fucking sexy and I love it.

Maybe I’ll write a poem about THAT.

Desire

White hot desire

Burning in her eyes

I can’t think straight anymore

With her hand between my thighs

She touches me gently

I gasp into her mouth

I get a hard rush…

Then someone walks in and ruins the moment, just like this fucking poem.

THE END

Good fucking night.

Good Lord, as Zuko would say.

I should write a poem called FRUSTRATION.

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Satan, Sleep-Walking, and Some Nipple Hair

MUNCY STATE PRISON

December 28th, 2018

Friday

Tiger’s birthday today. I wonder if I would be able to spend it with her if I was out. 

Probably not.

It’s rainy today and I am sore–even my back hurts. Just took Ibuprofen. 

“The Word Among Us” says to ask Jesus if there are unacknowledged fears in our life, and then work on them.

My biggest fear is to never have the opportunity again to mother my own children, but I acknowledge that pretty readily. My other fears are pretty basic–that I’m not good enough, that I’m a failure, etc.

I dreamed last night, in a dream that seemed to last forever, that I was shooting up and getting high in secret again–that’s another big fear–relapse.

“Beside the Still Waters” says, “Let’s open every part of our lives to the true light of Jesus. God gives great peace to those who faithfully walk in His light.”

–Joshua Gingerich

McConnelsville, OH

Back to Coach’s Bible Study–Ellen mailed his letter for me today, so wi’ll see how that goes.

2. Ezekiel 37:1-14– “The Valley of Dry Bones” – Ezekiel is in exile, and the LORD set him in a valley of dry bones. He did what the LORD told him to do, and prophesied over the bones, and they became the army of Israel.

Personal → We are called to live, not exist–not wait until I get out, die, etc.

Acronym – LIVE

L – Laugh → Children 400 times per day, adults 15

→ Mt. 18:3 – Change and become like children

→ Proverbs 17:22 – “A joyful heart is good medicine, but a crushed spirit dries up the bones.

I – Important –Prioritize – Now what?

→ Mt. 6:33 – “But seek first the kingdom of God and his righteousness, and all these things will be added to you. [food, drink, clothes]

–Luke 10:38-42– Martha and Mary “Now as they went on their way, Jesus entered a village. And a woman named Martha welcomed him into her house. And she had a sister called Mary, who sat at the Lord’s feet and listened to his teaching. But Martha was distracted by much serving. And she went up to him and said, “Lord, do you not care that my sister has left me to serve alone? Tell her to help me.” But the Lord answered her, “Martha, Martha, you are anxious and troubled about many things, but one thing is necessary. Mary has chosen the good portion, which will not be taken away from her.”

V – Vision → Proverbs 29:18 – “Where there is no vision, the people perish.”

→ GPS – Recalculating

E – Exercise – Physical, mental, spiritual

–James 2:14 – 19 – Faith Without Works Is Dead

“What good is it, my brothers, if someone says he has faith but does not have works? Can that faith save him? If a brother or sister is poorly clothed and lacking in daily food, and one of you says to them, “Go in peace, be warmed and filled,” without giving them the things needed for the body, what good is that? So also faith by itself, if it does not have works, is dead. But someone will say, ‘You have faith and I have works.’ Show me your faith apart from your works, and I will show you my faith by my works. You believe that God is one; you do well. Even the demons believe–and shudder!”

3. Bands – “Live”

–Hebrews 10 – Christ’s Sacrifice Once for All “I will remember their sins and their lawless deeds no more.”

The End

Coach wrote – “God Bless you Jess!”

What a guy.

On to “Autobiography of a Face” by Lucy Grealy

“When I tried to imagine being beautiful, I could only imagine living without the perpetual fear of being alone, without the great burden of isolation, which is what feeling ugly felt like.”

She hit that nail on the head. I remember feeling ugly as an adolescent because of terrible acne–it was almost as bad as grief. 

After Lucy goes to college and falls in love with poetry, she writes, “Now I knew that joy was a kind of fearlessness, a letting go of expectations that the world should be anything other than what it was.”

Profound.

It’s no wonder she’s a brilliant writer, with all of the insights she developed from having to endure adolescence with a deformed face, not to mention cancer and chemotherapy. About the way she dressed in college, she writes, “In my carefully orchestrated shabbiness, I was hoping to beat the world to the finish line by showing that I already knew I was ugly. Still, all the while, I was secretly hoping that in the process some potential lover might accidentally notice I was wearing my private but beautiful heart on my stained and fraying sleeve.”

I finished the book–it was very good! 

Of course, after 30-odd surgeries to reconstruct this woman’s jaw, at the end of it she looks near-normal (I didn’t notice her slight deformity until I studied her picture), but still has an identity crisis because she can’t equate the person in the mirror with her own sense of self.

Very interesting. 

This reminds me, in some small way, of how much I hated my own face growing up, and even endured criticism from my own mother on what it looked like. By the time I got to college, I wore heave makeup at all times, and only stopped a couple of years ago. How ironic that my acne has returned at a time in my life thatI struggle immensely with self-hatred, as if the loathsome feelings about myself were the cause of the acne, and not the other way around!
Hm.

I guess I’ll never know.

I was, in fact, very beautiful in college, but even the boyfriends I shared my bed with never saw me without my mask on, and I would never allow them to touch my face.

Oh, the scars we bear from our feelings of isolation and not belonging.

What next?

Maybe I’ll finish “Abba’s Child,” by Brennan Manning. 

Oh, how fitting! On the page where I left off, it says, “Wounds are necessary. The soul has to be wounded as well as the body. To think that the natural and proper state is to be without wounds is an illusion. This who wear bullet-proof vests protecting themselves from failure, shipwreck, and heartbreak will never know what love is. The unwounded life bears no resemblance to the Rabbi.”

–Thomas Moore, “The Care of the Soul.”

When the author went to a priest and told him he grieved his time squandered while binge-drinking, the priest replied, “Rejoice and be glad. You will have a heart of compassion for those who walk that lonely road. God will use your brokenness to bless many people.”

That’s what Coach says about my life.

Thomas Moore also said, “Our depressions, jealousies, narcissism, and failures are not at odds with the spiritual life. Indeed, they are essential to it.”

The author continues, “Self-acceptance becomes possible only through the radical trust in Jesus’ acceptance of me as I am.”

Mail–

My sponsor had my whole AA group sign a Christmas card for me! How nice. I’d better write her.

After dinner–

I wrote my sponsor and just basically said thank you for thinking of me, I got accepted into SIP, and Merry Christmas.

I also told her I was reading and writing a lot, and am doing better emotionally than I was before.

Back to “Abba’s Child:”

“As our hearts beat in rhythm with the Rabbi’s heart, we come to experience a graciousness, a kindness, a compassionate caring that surpasses our understanding.”

“He says, ‘I give you a new commandment; it is My commandment; it is all I command you: Love one another as I have loved you.’ Only compassion and forgiveness count. Love is the key to everything. Living and loving are one.”

“The success or failure of a given day is measured by the quality of our interest and compassion toward those around us.”

Here’s the last paragraph of the book:

“Wise men and women have long held that happiness lies in being yourself without inhibitions. Let the Great Rabbi hold you silently against his heart. In hearing who He is, you will find out who you are: Abba’s child in Christ our Lord.”

Wow.

What a great book.

Next I’m reading, “Bringing Heaven Into Hell,” which is about praising God for all things, good and bad, that happen to us. (By Merlin R. Carothers)

“Satisfy us in the morning with your steadfast love, that we may rejoice and be glad all our days. Make us glad for as many days as you have afflicted us, and for as many years as we have seen evil.”  –Psalm 90:14-15

“The Lord is my strength and my shield; my heart trusted in Him and I am helped: therefore my heart will greatly rejoiceth; and with my song I will praise Him.” (Ps. 28:7 KJV)

“And he said to him, ‘You shall love the Lord your God with all your heart and with all your soul and with all your mind. This is the greatest and first commandment. And a second is like it: You shall love your neighbor as yourself. On these two commandments depend all the Law and the Prophets.’” –Matthew 22:37-40

“We have no particular reason to feel grateful to our sensual nature, or to live life on the level of the instincts. Indeed that way of living leads to certain spiritual death. But if on the other hand, you cut the nerve of your instinctive actions by obeying the Spirit, you are on the way to real living. (Rom. 8:12-13 Phillips)

December 29th, 2018

Almost a whole new month. “The Word Among Us” says, “On every page of the Gospels, [Jesus] has shown us that love is about making concrete decisions to put other people’s interests before our own.”

“Whoever loves his brother remains in the light.” (1 John 2:10)

This entry challenges us to imagine a person we find difficult to love with Jesus’ arm around them.”

I find it difficult to love my parents.

“Beside the Still Waters” is a story about cleaning up a piece of land and making it like the Garden of Eden.

“God is taking barren, empty lives and making them productive. The rubbish needs to be carted out, but God will receive any person who has a willing and surrendered heart, and will make a beautiful and fruitful life.”  –Leon Horning–Fanling H. T., Hong Kong

Time for cell cleaning.

Alaina does this, which makes me feel mildly guilty, but there literally isn’t room for both of us to clean at the same time. Plus I don’t see the point of cleaning a cement box–it never actually gets clean.

Somebody is singing “Total Eclipse of the Heart.”

Funny.

Onto “Ice, Ice, Baby.”

Even funnier.

I heard Lauren Daigle’s “You Say” this morning, and it made me happy.

Later–

I tried to sleep, but Ellen is “singing,” or what passes for singing for her.

Be nice, Justine.

I dreamed briefly of Mr. Big, which made me all the sadder when I woke up here again.

I guess I’m in a mood.

I miss him.

Of course he’s whispering sweet nothings to me in the dream about all of his wonderful feelings about me, and then Ellen cuts in with, “How do you talk to an angelllllllll, it’s like trying to catch a falling starrrrrrrr!!”

Not funny, God.

Not funny at all. 😡

I guess I’ll read “Unmask the Predators” by Lisa Cherry and Kalyn Cherry Walker.

“Enter through the narrow gate. For wide is the gate and broad is the road that leads to destruction, and many enter through it. But small is the gate and narrow the road that leads to life, and only a few find it.” (Matthew 7:13)

Wow, this book says that that 65% of polled Christian adults think Satan is not real.

Wow.

That surprises me.

“Therefore, there is now no condemnation for those who are in Christ Jesus, because through Christ Jesus the law of the Spirit of life set me free from the law of sin and death.” (Romans 8:1-2)

“God has not given us a spirit of fear, but of power and of love and of a sound mind.” (2 Timothy 1:7)

“He, who loved you unto death, is speaking to you,” wrote Amy Carmichael, a well-known missionary to India for fifty-five years. ‘Listen, do not be deaf and blind to Him. And as you keep quiet and listen, you will know, deep down in your heart…’”

“There is a deep reluctance to begin the process of change by admitting that damage has occurred…all inappropriate sexual contact is damaging and soul-distorting. Seventy-three percent of the least severely abused victims report some damage, and 39 percent report considerable to extreme trauma as a result of past abuse…Verbal abuse is a powerful and deep wound. Sexually abusive words produce the same damage as sexually abusive contact. Yet the potential for minimization or feeling weird for being damaged makes the potential for change even more difficult for those more subtly abused than for those more severely abused.”  –Dr. Dan B. Allender, author of “The Wounded Hearts.”

“Love never fails.” –1 Cor. 13:8

“Likewise the Spirit helps us in our weakness. For we do not know what to pray for as we ought, but the Spirit himself intercedes for us with groanings too deep for words.” (Romans 8:26-28)

“…If God is for us, who can be against us?”   (Romans 8:31)

“For I am sure that neither death nor life, nor angels nor rulers, nor things present nor things to come, nor powers, nor height nor depth, nor anything else in all Creation, will be able to separate us from the love of God in Christ Jesus our Lord.” (Romans 8:38-39)

After dinner–

I got “pulled over” for nothing again on my way back from dinner. That’s when a CO randomly picks you out from the line for no reason and gives you a hard time, making you produce ID and shit.

Fun times.

At dinner I met a woman named Emily, and we were talking about our kids. She was an English teacher before she got arrested, and she doesn’t know if she’ll be allowed to go back to that after this. I told her I used to be a teacher at the Vet Tech Institute, and she said, “Oh, isn’t that funny, I work at a tech school too!”

Funny how that happens so often to me–that I have things in common with strangers. I guess she’s not a stranger any more! She said she loved every age with her kids, and I said I did too.

I miss my kids so much!

I’ll write them on Monday.

I wonder if my mother will do the necessary paperwork to visit.

Dubya never filled his out.

Shocker.

Ellen is all wound up. I am waiting for Common Room so I can see if I have any money on my books. I sincerely doubt it, but we’ll see.

Ellen is imitating cats yowling for some reason–it’s fairly annoying.

She says she misses CO Emmett– I do NOT.

She had like half a bag of coffee today–I predict I’m not going to get much sleep tonight. 

I wish my skin didn’t look so bad–I’m getting very, very sick of it. I’ve tried four different kinds of soap so far–I’m onto Dial now. What 37 year old has this terrible acne?!

Me.

That’s who.

I’m blaming it on the pollution from the cow farm. Maybe it’s stress. Who knows?

After Common Room:

Ellen is freaking out over a book I got–screaming and shit. It’s called “Lucifer Exposed: The Devil’s Plan to Destroy Your Life.” She’s having a FIT–yelling that I’m going to somehow invite the Devil into my life. So the truth comes out–she DOES believe. It’s by Derek Prince.

I dare say the Devil has been in my life for some time already, and hers too, and that’s why we ended up in prison, so why not learn how to get him out?

This book says that pride is the worst sin, and what affected Lucifer.

“The archangel Lucifer was so beautiful he became proud. The transition from archangel Lucifer to Satan was made complete through his pride.”

“Since the children have flesh and blood, he (Jesus) too shared in their humanity so that by his death he might destroy him who holds the power of death–that is, the devil–and freed those who all their lives were held in slavery by their fear of death.”  (Hebrews 2:14-15 NIV)

“The more God encounters pride, the more He Himself displays humility.”

“He himself (Jesus) bore our sins in his body on the tree, so that we might die to sins and live for righteousness; by his wounds you have been healed.” (1 Peter 2:24 NIV)

“For Christ died for sins once and for all, the righteous for the unrighteous, to bring you to God.” (1 Peter 3:18 NIV)

“Whoever humbles himself will be exalted. Whoever exalts himself will be humbled.” (See Luke 14:11)

“Anyone who is in rebellion against God is automatically under the authority of Satan. He is in the ‘domain of darkness.’”

“We have only two options: we can either be in Satan’s territory or in God’s territory. There is no third option.”

“The devil walks about like a roaring lion, seeking whom he may devour.”  (1 Peter 5:8)

“Therefore take up the whole armor of God, that you may be able to withstand in the evil day, and having done all, to stand.”  (Ephesians 6:13)

“We are citizens of the kingdom of God; therefore, we are at war with Satan.”

This book has a picture on the front of an apple with a bite out of it, and Ellen saw it, unfortunately, while she was eating an apple. She shrieked, “Now I don’t even want to eat this!” and told the neighbors that I am inviting the devil into my life.

They told her not to worry, because I like God.

Nice.

Then she farted and told me it would put hair on my chest. I told her she’s growing enough for both of us. The joke there is that she announced earlier that her nipple is growing a long black hair.

The things that come out of this woman’s mouth! 

She wants me to read the book she is finishing up that has murder, incest, and porn in it, so I told her I would if she reads my “Lucifer Exposed” book.

That gets me out of THAT one.

Haha–victory!

Back to my book.

It says that guilt is Satan’s most powerful weapon against humankind, and prejudice is one of the most powerful strongholds of Satan. (Prejudice = having your mind made up before you know the facts.)

“Stand therefore, having girded your waist with the truth, having put on the breastplate of righteousness, and having shod your feet with the preparation of the gospel of peace; above all, taking the shield of faith with which you will be able to quench all the fiery darts of the wicked one. And take the helmet of salvation, and the sword of the Spirit, which is the word of God; praying always with all prayer and supplication in the Spirit.” (Ephesians 6:14-18)

“Just as faith protects our heart, hope protects our mind against depression and discouragement.”

Isn’t that the truth.

I was without hope for a very long time after Ethan and Kaylee died. Hope of any kind of good future, hope that my life meant anything, any kind of hope, really. Even after I got remarried and had Tiger, I still thought in my heart that I didn’t deserve good things, and let my PTSD control my whole life, and then my addiction when I couldn’t take the nightmares, flashbacks, and panic attacks anymore. 

Pure survival mode, with no faith at all in a good, gracious, or loving God.

When I first wrote “Kidowed,” I wouldn’t even capitalize the “G” in “God” because I thought He didn’t deserve the respect it denoted! 

Like Jim Carrey’s character in “Bruce Almighty,” I thought that God was a mean guy with a magnifying glass, and I was the and He was focusing on. How the devil had me in his clutches! How very grateful I am now that I know the truth.

My life before was not a life worth living.

Now I am happy to be alive.

For over a decade I was spiritually dead inside.

Thank God that He stuck by me, even in my darkest hour, and kept INSISTING over and over and over again that He loved me.

Where would I be without Him?
Of course, I know where, I have been there–Hell on Earth.

“With the heart one believes.”  (Romans 10:10)

“Faith is the substance of things hoped for.” (Hebrews 11:1)

“So, on the basis of faith in the heart, we may have hope in the mind. And hope safeguards our minds.”

This book says that what drives Satan back is the Word of God spoken out of our mouths, and references Jesus saying three times, “It is written,” when Satan confronted Him in the wilderness. (Matthew 4:4-10, Luke 4:4-10)

“It is my experience that we have to make use of our four main ways to launch that seventh weapon: prayer, praise, preaching, and testimony.”

Bedtime.

Oh my.

Ellen has such bad gas that neither of us can sleep. She says that her blanket smells like a garbage can full of dirty diapers.

I agree.

She almost peed herself when the CO came by and surprised her with his flashlight and she farted. The urinary near-accident was a result of the endless mirth that followed. We’re trying to analyze what on Earth it is that makes her stink so bad–she says she’s never had this problem before. I think it’s the coffee (freeze-dried) with loads of artificial sweetener in it that she guzzles all day.

She says that last night I got up, grumbling and swearing under my breath, and shut the windows. 

I do not remember doing this.

I hope I’m not sleep-walking again. I used to do it during times of extreme stress in my life, but it was always correlated with drinking.

I’m obviously not drinking, so I hope that isn’t it–the thought of me unconsciously walking around creeps me out to no end.