I was hungry for most of my day yesterday but it’s a little better so far today. I’m now down from 155.0 to 152.6 but really doubt I’ll lose more than maybe one more pound no matter what I do.

I don’t think I’ll bother with vodka again. It’s boring compared to wine coolers.

Emotionally, I felt better last night than the night before, which makes me think it could be connected to the 3 days in a row that I had fried foods, which is listed as bad for anxiety.

Tonight, however, I’m also a bit on edge. Noticed it as soon as I got up. Because I lost a few pounds rather quickly?

Both rats were out for a few minutes last night and both went home on their own and were rewarded with treats.

Woody is getting big. They still don’t play together and I don’t like that while they’re curious to explore, they do everything they can to avoid me. They don’t want to interact or socialize with me. I miss rats that would run to me and climb all over me. Okay, so maybe that’s a bit extreme. They do sometimes let me reach in and pat them or pick them up without running.

The pigs were funny the other day. I have Alexa set a timer for me when I first get up so I don’t have my coffee too soon after taking my meds. Well, as soon as it went off, so did they. LOL

I might not take the rats into the bedroom when I’m on nights because they’re getting a little big for a square-foot cage. Plus, they’ll be running around loose more often now that they’re getting older.

Just wish I knew why a tiny scratch makes me so itchy! With the pigs being heavy and squirmy when they’re first picked up, it’s easy to get scratched. Their scratches itch a lot like when a cat scratches me.

Tom was late getting in because they had a late meeting at work. We’re at the point now where if this place ever gives him a raise again, our benefits will cost us more. It really sucks. What’s the point of getting a raise just to have to give it away?

I’m pleased to say I didn’t have any hip pain yesterday but my ear still irritates me and I still get that strange pressure in my head when I first stand up. Third day of having neck knockers in my sleep too. I have no idea what that’s all about. My blood pressure may run a bit high but there aren’t any major changes with that from what I can see since I’ve been monitoring it closely.

I slept a little better and longer even though I did wake up for a little while a few hours before I got up. I’m glad the earbud hasn’t been giving me any shit and it better not tomorrow because I have to sleep through trash and green waste pickup.

Had this dream I was talking to Jessie’s son Wyatt, only he was 22 and not 30. I was amused by how grown up he thought he was and the way he thought he knew it all like most of us do when we’re that age and even younger.

Then I dreamed of Nelly Rodriguez or whatever the fuck the welfare bum/criminal’s name really was. I had a dream she gave birth a month ago which would be pretty damn unlikely seeing that she would now be well into her 50s maybe even early 60s.

I spotted her somewhere in the dream after receiving a piece of mail addressed to her. I told her about it, and while I knew who she was, it took her a minute to remember who I was. She didn’t look much older than when I last knew her in the late 80s and she confirmed that she did have a child a month ago, much to my surprise.

Then I had a dream that ended scary enough to wake me up. Aly and I went to stay in some hotel somewhere and I was annoyed because the only room available had just one bed. It was sometime in the afternoon when we decided to take a nap, tired after traveling. Unable to sleep I lay there staring at the ceiling and dismayed to find that I could not only hear everything going on in the surrounding rooms but could also feel the vibration of people’s movements much like in Motel 6 when we first came to Cali.

In a soft whisper, I called Aly’s name and asked if she was still awake. She was.

Next thing I know I was waking up from an afternoon nap, only we were in someone else’s room which actually had two rooms. I knew Aly was in the other room even though I couldn’t see her.

My mind immediately went wondering just how the hell I was going to keep a decent enough schedule for the remainder of our vacation, especially after napping in the daytime.

I got out of bed and walked up to the bathroom door which was closed and could hear someone showering behind it. I knew the person was the guy to whom the room belonged.

Then Aly and I stepped out into the hall and the guy, tall and slim, approached us a minute or two later.

“I didn’t get your name,” he said to me as he pulled me into an incredibly tight bear hug with my stomach pressed against his.

My brain thought to kick and throw punches but my body was completely 100% immobilized.

I woke up saying, “Aly, help me!” as I felt myself begin to panic.

For a few days, I’ve had this feeling that Aly has been trying to avoid me. I guess the fact that she told me at 3:12 in the afternoon that she was going to devote the rest of the day and night to alone time with Cam while she turned around and tweeted on her other account at 5:08 may confirm this suspicion.

Maybe that’s all she did, but I doubt it. Aly is very sensitive and it probably has to do with our different views on blacks and Muslims. Or maybe she’s getting anonymous questions she doesn’t like and thinks I’m behind them. It’s hard to say with her because she’s so sensitive and everything seems to offend her. She was telling me the other day that she was tired of bothering with Kim because of her obsession with June. So Aly pretty much has a problem with just about everybody and I really think that’s part of why she’s spent so much time alone besides the fact that people tried to steer clear of those with lots of problems. When you’re just a couple of years from 40, it gets harder to believe you’ve just been “unlucky” in love so far. She’s moody and she’s sensitive, but we’ll see. Maybe Cam is it.

Regardless of whatever may be on her mind, I’m playing totally dumb to the other Twitter account. This way I can have a better idea of what she’s really thinking, and I’ve always been fascinated by how people think and learning what’s really on their minds.