Come sleep over with me.

Oh I had no idea. Shit.

I need weight on me to sleep. I also have a weighted blanket. For the last winter because it was so cold I slept under two duvets and the blanket.

I’m so picky about my blankets.

If you think you have nothing to hide, imagine pooping with the bathroom door open all of the time.

Oh nice. I have these ancient Ikea covers that are super old but my dog likes to dig in my bed so I hang onto them because it’s ok if they get ripped.

To where?

I think this is an instance issue and I’m not sure why.

There’s a few. I also give their information to reporters too and they expose them. One was on trial for murder and being exposed as a white supremacist didn’t help him in terms of sentencing.

I have a few select LEO I work with only at a federal level who actually do care.

Yes, but Nazis are stupid and don’t really know how to avail themselves of other social media.

Because I report all their shitty Nazi stuff to their jobs and cops and get them fired.

I use my library all the time, literally daily. It’s not about that, it’s about how great the book fair was.

And that’s a low bar.

I’m a PhD but how can I help?.

I appreciate that you illustrated this

At least I still try to listen to new music and things. Right? Bless you.

Thank you for your kind words. I try. Somehow being in my fifties puts a gap into things that wasn’t there before though.

The only good things left about Facebook are the writer Jonathan Carroll’s page, and some of the memory lane groups about where you grew up.

Generally that’s true in the cities too.