I often read my horoscope for amusement. I frequently find it has very little to do with my life, but my horoscope for the day today urged me to embrace my inner rebel. Voila! I knew my horoscope would hit home eventually! I am supposed to embrace my inner rebel in order to push the envelope and take a risk. Okay, maybe it was a better fit for yesterday. I think I am making real progress convincing my doctor to set me free. I could never do it without you, world. Keep the pressure on the quack, and I will get out of here, yet.
I know I need a haircut. I promised my cut hair to religious institutions, though. This will likely be easier to organize if I wait until I am State-side before getting the haircut, then. It is no real surprise what I will do. I need a trim of about 10 inches off the tips. As is usual, it might be hard to notice any difference.
I had an absolutely delightful afternoon today off of the ward. They let me out, now, for two hours a day in any denomination I so choose. I went down to a local tea and coffee shop to write a letter to my husband. I drank much tasty coffee there and even started and finished a poem for him. It was a delightful afternoon.
I received many wonderful birthday wishes this year both digitally and on paper. My cards and gifts from my sisters arrived already, but my card from my mom is still waiting somewhere to arrive. It seems to be another case of missing mail.
With communication on the mind, I recently sent an email to my attorney at home in San Francisco. I have not yet received a reply, so I am hoping he received it. Communication is always so speculative for me.
Speaking of communication problems, all comments for this blog must be approved by me first. I rarely if ever receive any comments for approval in my inbox… but lately some guy named Chad who is pretending he has met me before has been swamping my inbox. I wish he would stop. The only Chad I can think of from my past would not dare say one word to me now, so I do not even read the comments. I just delete them. Chad, if you are reading this, cease and desist. I do not know who you are and do not appreciate your false attention.
And now, from the news!
Freedom must feel so sweet.
All thirty-three of the miners are out! YEY! The people of the world heaved a sigh of relief and then began to party when the Earth finally spat them up. I hope they and their rescuers go on to live beautiful and successful lives.
Where do I begin?
Government-run and -instigated cyberbullying hand-in-hand with cyberslandering has long been the bane of my existence. I said it before and I will say it again, the internet has been my battleground for the truth. I am done with being a victim. You, my beautiful world, have come alive to save me. Thank you for everything.
The world goes on.
The sun still rises. The sun still sets. The world still turns, and the stars continue to metaphorically float across the aether. The world is not over yet. Let’s all see what we can do to keep humanity alive. Has anyone taken a good look at the ocean gyres lately? Take a look and get back to me on how to fix this. Thank you, my beautiful world.
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