One More day

Productive day and I'm ok with that.  

Hoping tomorrow is not that type of day that involves a tissue.  Sigh.  I don't want to hear certain words.  Certain names.  Maybe in a couple of weeks but not at the moment. I would like to forget.

It's bringing back shades of Betsy.  What an awful person.  When the plans were in motion for us to move to Milwaukee about 5 years ago, someone said that Betsy would think all of the men of color were going to try to assault her.  Not the words he chose but he was right.  He was also one of Betsy's victims.

It's like can people like that can get fined for trying to ruin someone?  Like pay you back for all of the emotional damage that they inflicted on you.  I resented that she managed to take my name and beat the daylights out of it with lies, insinuations, manipulations and playing the victim.  How do I become a villain?  I know I got the cartoon grey streak going on right now, but still.  I want far away from people like that.  Ruining people's lives with their lies.

I'm sounding kind of grouchy from that last paragraph.  I'll switch gears.  How about that Black Nazi guy?  I was listening to it while I worked and thought, yeah, that sounds right.  The ones who say women should close their legs like Mark Robinson is on porn sites.  Just perfect.  I know Roy Cooper took himself out of the running for Kamala's vice presidential pick because that nut Robinson would take over the state.  What a lunatic.  Meanwhile, Trump thinks there was an audience at the debate.  Was Hannibal Lecter in the front row?  

One more day and some time for myself.  There will be some new changes in some of our benefits that might actually be good for me.  Maybe I can afford that MRI next year.  I'm not sure.  Feeling a little bit better about life.

I'll keep my Kleenex box on hand in case anything changes tomorrow.

Happy Dreams good humans.  

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