There are so many things I wanted to write.  I couldn't.  I am too disabled by my real world situation.  This is a constant.  This affects my writing.  Even trying to preempt and prepare for this Forensics appointment, I am just continually derailed.  Now, I am concerned I will not be able to verbalize much of it.  Last time I did this, something out of the normal happened and I had poor sleep the night before.

"Whoever is careless with the truth in small matters cannot be trusted with important matters."  -  Albert Einstien

I wish I could have dealt with all of this the way I had been continually trying to. That being with Truth, condensely written by myself, in high detail, in chronological order, out of my own free will, in privacy and hard headed self-determination.  I am not sure there is anything worse than being Judged on histories that other people self-create to justify their own agendas.

Having said that, I am aware there are some things written here out of anger, frustration, exhaustion, helplessness, etc.  Perhaps some people feel the same about my words.

My Sister, I watched her video testimony yesterday.  I can see how all of them, her included, conversed over time and the real history twisted into the one they presented.  I do not talk about things.  I do not like to talk about things.  I would rather keep my data pure, unaltered and unmixed.  This way when I need to refer to it, it is pure.

I do not have her report with me to refer to, but from memory, even though it really upset me to read the two Forensic Reports earlier this year, the main thesis that I am recalling from PO Wetmore, was actually a good one.  I was thinking about that for the last few nights.  I should thank her.  Although, I have to admit, I am a little hesitant to so without re-reading the report.

I am actually deleting and re-writing almost all of my negative words here.  I take it that this a sign of good faith on my part, on the other hand when I trust that is usually when I get burned.  The British Columbia Court System and everyone involved undoubtedly just killed this poor Father.  Here is to a good meeting tomorrow and perhaps the chance that sometime, someone somewhere can make a serious effort at changing things.

Typical.  I woke up for this appointment with a headache and I left for the appointment with no coffee, no food and this is the first day of me getting sick.   She was nice.