It was only a matter of time I suppose, until ICE invaded my neighborhood. Last week they arrested a person in the parking lot of a nearby grocery store. The was man was a descendant of the Red Lake Nation. Who seems to have more right to this “homeland” than those assholes. It also goes to show that the chucklekfucks either don’t care or are incapable of differentiating Hispanic from Native American.

My neighbor texted to say he’d been following unmarked vehicles in the neighborhood. Which I applaud but it makes me a little nervous for him. They’ve boxed in plenty of people and pulled them out of cars for less.

In other news that people who are pissed at my liberal ass can celebrate: I just realized that I am peeling like a mother. Which is maybe okay. Doesn’t hurt—more like when you have a sunburn and your skin eventually peels off the damaged layer. Still weird. I generally don’t burn (and not because I’m religious about sunscreen—far too lazy for that) so I don’t know the signs exactly, but this is similar to when I was little and would peel. So there you go!

My plastic surgeon mentioned that rads would actually take care of any scarring I had from surgery. I’ll be curious once this is all done if that’s accurate.