Halleluyah

I went to Adelita's last night and sang Halleluyah. The key was very strange, but it went okay. I was kind of exhausted and I woke up really fatigued today. It is difficult to speak today. I feel everything is best encased in privacy. People will project their problems on me infinitely. Strange birds out there who do not accept reality are singing about me today. I just stay out of view and I do not engage. These people are actually very dangerous to me and to society as a whole. A lot of nasty in that bar last night, but not Louis and not my server. I sent Donald Trump an email while I was there to tell him that this group of Latinos are talking about moving to Canada. It sounds funny, but, internationally, it would be disasterous. They need to deal with the ground zero that is there. So many DOGS and so little meat. It makes them unbalanced that a woman of my height and weight, and of my socioeconomic level, will not prostitute and I also ignore them when they stalk on the bus as they do the very obvious ignoring of me. If you can't be polite, briefly, there is deceit there. The new karaoke host sucks. He is really nasty about having to look up English songs. He said to me last night that Adelitas is a Spanish karaoke spot. Well, maybe MAGIC MIKE will come back. I think that a lot of somebodies are angry today. Get over yourselves already. Tijuana has a perfect little penial hotspot for ALL of you. Love, Hope