Heard from a couple of people I haven’t heard from in a while, Tammy and Eileen. It was nice to hear from them. Eileen said she avoids Facebook because it sucks up too much of her time. I basically use it just to check for messages and collect pictures, as I told her. Too much negativity, political rants, and people/shit I’m sick to death of hearing about. She asked for my address. I’m guessing she’s sending either a birthday or holiday card. I’m going to be making and sending her incense along with my sister and nieces.

Maria and her damn chain messages! I love it when the God fantasizers automatically assume you share the same fantasies. It doesn’t matter what it’s about, though. God, puppies, cupcakes, roses… I’m just not into the chain message thing. If she does it again I’ll block her from messaging me without actually blocking her altogether. I don’t want to dump her, I just want her to stop sending me these things. It’s the only time I ever hear from her anyway is when she wants me to forward a chain message.

Tammy was ill and they had to take Max to the vet. He’s getting old. Becky still has issues with her arm and Sarah’s been working like crazy. Hopefully, their luck will turn around soon. If all good things eventually come to an end, so can bad things.

She was reminding me that communities equal noise and that I’m used to the boonies. I told her, yeah, people equals noise. But then I thought about it and we’re people, yet 98% of the noise we generate no one hears but us. So if we can keep our noise to ourselves, why can’t they? It’s just ridiculous the amount of shit I hear here. The “flippers” were running something loud earlier. We’re not sure what it was but it sounded like it might’ve been either some kind of generator or air compressor. Whatever it was, we hear enough shit during the week that it really sucks to have the weekends spoiled with noise as well. I just wish we could drop it to a few days a week instead of every single fucking day. That’s a bit extreme no matter where you are.

Somehow, despite being fit and strong I managed to injure my sciatic nerve while we were out running earlier. It started in the side of my lower abdomen and I wondered if I busted an ovary or something, but then the pain soon moved around to my lower back. I put ice on it but it didn’t seem to help much. I can feel it just sitting in this chair even with ibuprofen.

So only 15 minutes of exercise for me today which kind of sucks because I know it’s only a matter of time before I have sleep issues again and I’m too tired to workout.

The shittiest thing is that Tammy was right, after all. I’m having spotting. As watery as I got and as sore as my boobs were, I’m not surprised. I figured that PMS to that degree could only end with some bleeding, but hopefully it won’t turn into a full-fledged period. I read that it’s not unheard of to have spotting after 5-6 months of not having a period. Someday, though - someday - I have to be done with this shit for good, right? If it isn’t this year or next then I’ll have to get into Dr. G to find out why I’m still having this problem when so many women are done with periods younger than I am.

The loud car visited on Thanksgiving and it was here this morning. Still hoping it doesn’t actually live here and that it didn’t just go away somewhere for a while. Thanksgiving was the first time I heard it in a couple of weeks.

Did someone get a frog machine? I swear I’m hearing frogs, which you only hear in the rain and more in the country than the city, but I’d rather that than saws, hammers, blowers, movers and other loud shit.

Tom trimmed the second shrub in from the back corner yesterday, and today he’s doing the bathroom sinks with Drano because they were a bit sluggish.

I had a dream we were either vacationing or living on the coast somewhere. It couldn’t have been Florida because it wasn’t flat. I was standing in some small business (a burger joint or ice cream parlor?) Gazing out its side window which took up an entire wall. The shoreline was practically right there outside the window. The waves were small, though.

Then it was nighttime and I was on some beach when I decided to climb down some rocky cliff and mountainside. Partway down I realized it was too dangerous since I couldn’t see in the dark, so I began to pull myself back up. For a split second, I panicked when I lost my foothold and my feet were dangling in the air and I realized that if I wasn’t strong enough to pull myself back up, I could easily fall to my death. Yet I manage to pull myself up in a way I never could in real life despite being a “Bowflex babe.”

In the last dream, I was riding a bike down the street and came across a couple of other bikers. They were too slow so I passed them, realizing how much easier it was to pass bikes as opposed to cars.