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Got the Civil Stalking Injunction today. Yippie! :)

I talked to a different woman than what I previously talked to, she said she couldn't understand why the other one would have me get witness statements because I had more than enough evidence.

I've tried speaking with the responding officer that took the report of the ex's wife's complaint. I've left him a few messages asking him to call me back to no avail. It would be nice if his name was easily pronounced.

Got a padlock for the phone box, just in case someone wants to come sneaking into my yard again. My house is now a military establishment. I have knives located at every entrance, I carry a box cutter with me throughout the house, in certain areas where I could easily be trapped, I've set up squirt bottles full of heavy duty chemicals. I've fixed all the lights around my house and it now can be seen from outerspace. I have a bookbag full of clothes, shoes, necessary paperwork, money, just in case I have to take off at a moment's notice. I've even been thinking of setting up a drop latter, since my bedroom is on the second story.

I feel a bit awkward going to such an extreme in my own home, like maybe I'm freaking out too much. Logically, I can say it's best to be prepared and even if I am overreacting, it's still nice to have all this set up just in case. On the other hand, I can't imagine how others view my recent actions.

My neighbors have been fantastic. They have quite a few people living in the house as well as company living in their driveway in a camper. A lot of strong men to come to my rescue. :) They also have big aggressive dogs, a pit bull and a shar pei. The shar is more yap but still frightening enough to have this huge fluffy dog baring its teeth and growling. The pit would definitely rip someone apart at a single command. That makes me feel a little bit better. Also, since there's so many people living there, and they smoke outside in their garage, they keep a good eye out on everything. All of them have different hours of functionality. The husband works days and gets home late at night. The woman is home for most of the day and is usually outside playing with her grandchildren. The children (In their teens) are always coming and going at all hours of the day and night. And, they always have company coming and going at all hours.

I haven't been sleeping very well, not that I was previous to all this but, I'm getting lesser and lesser of sleep. I haven't ate since the intruder. Just the simple thought of food makes me nausiated. I've tried forcing myself to eat something, by the second nibble I'm kneeled down in the bathroom tossing my cookies. Everyone keeps telling me to go see a doctor but I believe it's just stress.

I've been spacing off, forgetting what I was doing, misplacing everything. I don't know what I'm doing anymore. I have to take 8 pain killers (OTC) just to function in a way that slightly resembles normality. I freak at the slightest creak of the house, whenever a car I don't recognize drives up the street. I'm too tired to have a nervous breakdown. That's a sad state.

Perhaps I'm old and tired, but I always think that the chances of finding out what really is going on are so absurdly remote that the only thing to do is to say hang the sense of it and just keep yourself occupied. ~Douglas Adams