no privacy

Now I feel a bit paranoid about posting anything. I am wondering how many bloggers out there have gotten sued? Seems I might have something of the sort heading my way; I can't imagine how everything could go that direction, but it may. I am not so terribly worried about it, though. Maybe I realize that through all of the things that have happened in the past couple of years, I can survive this, too, and it's mostly my own oversight to cause such a thing. You see, I posted something about someone, albeit true in my opinion dashed with my own thoughts concerning the true events, and they found it through an online search!

Journal-lover beware! Not only do you open yourself up for scrutiny from paranoid people searching their own names on google or yahoo (thanks "Sex and the City"), but apparently frivilous lawsuits of no real meaning. First amendment rights does protect our Freedom of Speech, but please leave out all names. That's the first thing to search. Of course with a name like mine, there's about a million or so of us, but this particular person's name pulls up just a few results, one being... wala! My journal.

Now for those of you out there who don't have a clue to what I'm talking about? Good, that's the way it's supposed to be. I deleted the posts before I could even re-read them and remember the disdain. Truly it was dumb to post and not just write it down on a sheet of paper and destroy it.
Funny, I have a feeling I'll be accused of more than I'm even guilty of.

Job is good. I work for a company that serves prisons throughout the country. I had a busy Monday, but I normally do. I want my positive attitude back. I lost my voice yesterday as I was screaming at some obnoxious Chicago Bears' fans. There is a guy that sits across the tunnel (visitors') who we have nicknamed "Bulldog". He is the best bull-talker out there. I never laughed so hard when he was going on and on with a Chicago Bulls fan (girl - semi-drunk) who was going on and on about "Da Bears." They ended up winning with a safety in our endzone; my endzone, and I abruptly left before she could turn to me and say in her nasally northern slang, "Go Bears." I don't know what has happened with our Titans.

I'm tired. Going to read some and hit the hay. Sometimes it's good to overdose on sleep. Sleep is just about one of my favorite things. Oh yeah, for the record, I ran 3 miles today.