Woke up early cuz I crashed early and I’m definitely not as awake as I was yesterday. Since the return of my anxiety is inevitable anyway, it might as well just come and get me so I can go back to 75s and have more energy. But how can 50s leave me this tired? Did I just get that used to 75s or what? I wasn’t this tired before I went on medication so I don’t know what to think. All I know is that I need to finally find out if it’s a dose issue or not. Again, I’d LOVE to find a solution to what’s been making me anxious like yesterday. But I also don’t want it to be caused by something my body otherwise needs.

My first thought is that it’s gotta be the dose that was making me anxious since it didn’t start till I went up to 75s. Then I tell myself nothing’s that easy for me and I couldn’t get that lucky as to have it be a simple dosage issue. But then finding it’s caused by something you need isn’t exactly “lucky” and as anyone who knows me knows, I’ve never really been a lucky person to begin with. For now, here’s to hoping a second cup of coffee gives me some energy!

Still have that strange dizziness, but it’s mostly only noticeable when I move my head. Better do my ears before my shower just in case that’s it.

Marie’s back and Aly asked if she was the only one I shared everything with, like a full picture, and mentioned Kim being back to blogging and wondering if I share everything with her or not.

So she discovered I blocked her on PB? Wonder if she’ll create a new account there?

Last night I dreamed that Palma was a street cop. She was cruising around with some blond chick and eventually killed a pedestrian in a high-speed chase.

I later heard her on the phone saying, “This is for (names her partner) too?” Then I learned she was being informed that charges were to be brought against her and her partner.

Then later still, I was in a giant factory that made manufactured homes. I was thinking that when I could get a word with Palma I would suggest she leave her hair down in court since she looked mean, LOL.

So I finally caught her as I was walking through a partially finished model of a small home. I called out to her and she said, “Oh, hi Jodi. What’s up?”

I stepped off the model’s floor and stooped down to pick up a handful of white ankle socks on the floor. I began to speak, coughed and said, “My asthma’s been acting up.”

Then I woke up as I was suggesting she leave her hair down so her dark distinct features would appear less intimidating.