Dear Journal/Readers

Well here I am, on my computer again in my brand-new townhouse. It's lovely to be here and I thank you for sticking with me. It was more than a trial I definitely will say, but it's nice to be somewhere I don't have to worry about a psychotic neighbor or a landlord/stand-in-landlady that cannot/will not do what's in the best interests.

On the subject of our landlord, just today I did a walk-through of Tom's house to see if he had truly taken any of my things. For those of you that might not know, I recently discovered that many of my precious things had been stolen from the storage shed on the old lot: My collection of license plates that I'd spent my whole life collecting all gone, my old story manuscripts, old D&D character sheets and campaign information, and I'm sure much more. I can't honestly remember what all was in those boxes, only that they were important and very dear to me. I am and was severely devastated at the loss of these things. Sean my ex-landlord agreed to let me walk through Tom's house with him in order to see if I saw anything that was mine but Tom wasn't having any of that and demanded I leave his property. Sean just kind of froze and stood there looking like an idiot. I'd defended Sean to a degree for many years, and I'd always seen him as - well don't get me wrong I'm not going to lie and glorify him - but always saw him as a somewhat reasonable individual, yet today he just failed. He couldn't engage. He just stood there and muttered a little bit. I am very disappointed in Sean right now. Right in one of those crucial moments where I needed his backup he left me hanging.

I could have said a great many things. I could have done a great many things, but instead I just shook my head and left, laughing slightly. Now as I write this I have a massive migraine. I lost sleep over even having to go up there, and I'm just glad it's over.

Anyway. It hurts to write, so I'm going to write again soon when I have some more news.