The updates I read when I got up say that Becky has been in pain and experiencing nausea, but will begin physical therapy soon. I feel so bad for her. I can just imagine the pain and the frustration of being incapacitated for a while as she will be.

Naturally, they’re kidding themselves about Bill looking out for her. Yeah? Then where was the bastard before this happened?

Pinterest has been messing with me. Yeah, ever since I complained about them deleting my pins due to some photographer’s unrealistic assumption that no one will share, copy or pin the pics they shouldn’t put on the web in the first place if they’re that concerned about them, they’ve deleted three pins in about a week. Therefore, I will no longer be using them. The site has gone steadily downhill over time anyway and it runs snail slow. I was going to deactivate but I think I’ll just leave my account sitting there instead. Now all the boards are public since they’re just going to help themselves to whatever pins they want, even if they’ve been sitting there for years. Tom doesn’t think they’re messing with me, but either way, I’ve had enough for now.

Nicky’s Miracle 10 really is a miracle. It’s doing wonders to help my hair. It still looks somewhat frizzy, but it’s definitely improved.

I was reading an article on New York’s secret underground tunnels and it was really cool. If I didn’t mind snow and tons of people, I can see where it would be a fun place to live. It would be fun to explore some of the tunnels and great exercise as well. Then again, you never know what kinds of scary people you may encounter in those things.

I’ve continued to sleep better and be free of anxiety, but the last couple of days I’ve been pretty lightheaded. My pussy and TMJ are a little better too, especially if I oil the canal daily.

Last night I had some pretty vivid dreams that were long, detailed and gross. A serial killer abducted me and took me to his cabin in the woods. While he didn’t seem to abuse me in any way, he did eat the people he killed and tried to force me to cook and eat them as well. There was a tall narrow stove with three large pots on it at one point. I could barely reach the one in the back, and the flames from the gas seemed taller than normal. I turned off the burners when I saw that he had removed the limbs of his latest kill (he apparently only had an appetite for torsos). The legs crawled into a corner somewhere and eventually escaped to tell what happened and the whereabouts of the cabin, LOL.

After I was rescued, I was having dinner with Tammy and a few other people somewhere. I glared with annoyance at her when she put me on the spot by telling me to tell the others of my experience. “I’ve discussed it, I’ve written about it, and now I’d rather move on.”

Then someone said something about the details being blurry and I said something to the effect of, “Well, since my sister seems to really want me to dial things in clearly, I guess I’ll tell my story. My name is (I gave a bogus name) and I was abducted by a serial killer and then eventually rescued by the FBI. End of story. Let’s eat.”

In the next dream, I was in some Valleyhead-ish place only the people there seemed young. I noticed that someone had stolen my cell phone and began asking around for it. Knowing that no one was going to just give it up, I decided to say that body searches were about to be conducted by the staff, but that if whoever had the phone gave it to me now I would keep it between us.

Then I was running through the night and ended up following a little stream of water. Cigarette butts littered the end of the stream. I looked up and saw a balcony with young people hanging out and knew they were throwing the butts over into the stream from there.

I was suddenly on the wooden steps outside the front door of Jessie’s trailer. A light was on outside the door but all else seemed deserted. Then I took off running through the grass and back to wherever I was supposedly living. It was pitch black, and even though I worried I may lose my footing, I kept on running.