Ahhh....freedom

Ahh. Better. Damn I'm sore. Swimming kicked my ass. I had fun, and I'm fucking freezing now, since getting out of a nice 86 degree pool into the 47 degree weather kind of sucked, but I still feel a lot better now. I got a chance to sit and talk to 'Chelle, which helped me clear my head. I got to explain to her all the crap that's been taking place for the last few days. I got a phone call last night from the Clovis PD, a very nice officer who was mostly amused, but trying hard to do his job with a straight face. Apparently, everybody's favor psychotic thought it would be fun to make up a fake MySpace account, and claim it was mine. Copy/paste job from blogs I'd posted, blogs from her own account, and various other tidbits. With just a few "additions" thrown in. Things like threats to do her bodily harm. And after making up this lovely little piece of bullshit, she then proceeded to call everybody she could think of and tell them all about "my" profile, but also called the cops, and claimed she was in fear for her life. What complete fucking crap. I'm just guessing here, but it seems to me that the poor officer who handled the initial call got to listen to her hysterical crap, and then he called me...and as we all know, I'm not hysterical. I'm also eloquent, agreeable, and sympathetic to anyone who had to deal with the shrieking shrew. Suffice to say that I now have my stuff back, and that I'll be blogging over here instead of on MySpace from now on. And psychobeast will either have to stalk me here, or will finally get a clue and stop reading whatever I'm writing entirely. One can hope, at any rate.

In other news. We talked to the loan agent, and we're told that we should delay putting a bid in on a house until July, to let the market drop as far as it can. Apparently it'll start rising again come September, and she wants us to get the best price we can. She's nice. So that's where we are on the house. I hope the condo stays for sale that long, because I really do like it, but if it doesn't, it'll be okay. I'm sure there will be other houses that will suit what we want as well.

I still am feeling a little off, and more than a little angry, but I slept better last night than I have in weeks. Knowing that the drama queen incident is over helped me considerably. As soon as the officer heard that she was *literally* crazy, the kind of crazy that you get dragged into a facility for, it seemed to help him decide that what she felt were death threats were things that had originated inside her own head. He also confirmed for me that my original thought was correct, and that PD would be happy to help me retrieve anything I have receipts for. And encouraged me to file a small claims suit. He was quite helpful. At least, helpful to me. I gather he wasn't nearly as helpful to her, being that he didn't take a crazy woman's word, and run right out to arrest me for something I didn't do.

I'm taking Kat shopping for swimsuits tomorrow, since the scab on her ankle is finally healed, and she'll be swimming for PT now that it's off. I gather Mona ended up in a time crunch, and so won't be able to take her, and she *needs* that suit. 'Chelle said she'll go too, then she can get to know Kat. I'm getting better about integrating my friends into one group instead of myriad separate ones. We'll see how that goes.

OK, I *have* to go get into a hot shower now, because I really am freezing. But thanks for reading, and comment to let me know whether or not anybody actually decided to come read over here instead of my MySpace blog. Even if it's a one-liner "hey moron" kind of a greeting.

Crys