I'm so proud of this novel. I've promoted everywhere, unlike any other, but sales aren't good. I don't know why. Reviewers are loving it. Where are the readers?
I'd hoped to be a famous bestseller, okay, at least a mediocre seller, but not a terrible seller. I'm flummoxed.
Next rant, the falling apart body syndrome. I have Blepharitis to add to my other issues. I have to put warm compresses on my eyes twice a day. Then scrub my eyelids, then put gel drops in them. And this could go on indefinitely.
Dear Diary: Eyes, what did I ever do to you?
Last excitement then rant:
Trump was indicted for mishandling classified information. Tomorrow an arrest.
But his MAGA bootlickers are crying foul. They don't care what this con man does. "Let's start a civil war to protect this evil, narcissist." Why, I'll never figure it out.
He's a clown and a blow hard. He needs to be in jail.
What is his appeal? A great economy? So you put Satan in charge because he managed a great economy? NO, you don't.
Wake up, people.
What happened to our morals?
Okay, time to calm down and zen out.
What a country.
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