11-04-01 @ 1:20 am EST

The evening just got worse as it went along. I don't feel like going over it again. Just check out previous journal entries about my dad to get the general picture. It's still bad. I have a large crescent-shaped bruise on my leg to show for it. This one's visible too. If people don't care about my feelings, then why should they care about a bruise on my leg, right?

So far my theory appears to be correct.

Anyway...I wanted to post a public thank you to a member here at Stories.com. They bidclicked (sponsored?--I'm not sure of the terms) one of my items, the first chapter of my "baby" Manitou Island. I could never afford a bidclick myself...I don't even know how the thing works. Whenever I read about people bidding against each other I just want to run from the room screaming. <:) Too much math for me. Anyway, I meant to e-mail you my thanks the day before yesterday, but put it off. (This particular user is well used to me putting things off... :( ) So I was going to e-mail you yesterday, but...I was in a very lousy mood when I came online, and got off after only about a half hour. (That's a record for me. Measurement of Tehuti's anger and sadness in how long she's online.) And I can't really e-mail you NOW because...well...I'm sure everybody sees that notice at the tops of their screens.

I'm not sure if you want everybody to know who you are, so just so YOU know who you are (well--who ELSE bidclicked my stuff! o_o ), thanks, N. With how infrequently I write to you, I'm surprised you would do that! I'm not the best person to bidclick, or the worthiest, I know. :(

In any case the story has gotten a few more hits (my portfolio too), and yesterday the ever-generous Dormouse granted me 1700 points! (I never did notice the deal with the semicolons...I always thought my problem was with commas. Hm.) And P., who has been reading the story from the very beginning last January, read Part 1 all over again and rated. It's good to have the thing noticed. Which reminds me, I have to finish up Part 43 before tomorrow night, and I should be typing that up right now. Oops.

Well...best go before I start whining about my lovely evening and my possible future life without another true animal friend by my side...thanks again Dad.