Ome.tv is an interesting way to waste time if you get bored or have trouble sleeping. Talked to a 50-year-old guy in New York in both English and Spanish. I’m guessing he was Puerto Rican.

Then I was going to chat with a younger guy in France who didn’t seem to know much English. Although I can read a bit of French, I never could get into the language so I can’t speak it. Just don’t find it pretty as most people do. Never would have learned German if it wasn’t for Nane.

The green doll eyes arrived and they’re much nicer than my own green eyes with flecks of gold in them that mine don’t have. Mine are just plain old medium to dark green that reminds me of moss or algae. They look surprisingly good on Gia but I don’t know that they would look good on Suki. Dark brown is still my favorite. The only thing I don’t like about the Gia head is how one eye is more open than the other.

It was the eyeshadow/liner stick that was a waste of money because it’s barely visible. Would have preferred blue or purple but they didn’t have that and I was curious to try it since it was cheap.

The precancerous spot on my chest is shrinking which I read they can do, so it might not need to be sprayed with liquid nitrogen. We’ll see how it is when I see Amy next month.

Haven’t gotten a robocall in over a week so maybe the blocks are finally working? Naw, I’d say more than likely the different scammers went down their list of numbers and found they weren’t going to get a response from this one.

I think part of the reason I’ve been tired lately isn’t just poor sleep but because I’ve been having too many processed foods again, so once I finish what I have, it’s back to cooking fresh stuff.

No anxiety today which is good and the experiment is still proving to be mostly successful since I’ve counted only nine days where I was either anxious or close to it since beginning it. In the past, my anxiety would last for weeks and sometimes even months. Brand was definitely a factor but dosage? I guess I’ll find that out when I one day return to 75s.

Last night I had the weirdest dreams. I don’t know where Tom was but Dr. O was living here. We were going to be going somewhere but first, she wanted to take a nap. I was doing things in another part of the house, which surprisingly looked exactly like this house looks when I realized after a while that she may have overslept. She was sleeping in the second bedroom, so I peeked in from the laundry room and saw she was just beginning to stir.

Then it seemed like we might have been in Springfield when she was taking me to her place. I expected it to be a house but instead, it was an old hotel that was converted into apartments.

Her dark curly hair was an inch or two below her shoulders instead of above and I told her I liked her hair longer. That was exactly what I thought the last couple of times I saw her. She was not only a brilliant doctor but despite having a stern personality, you couldn’t help but like her anyway. And even though most people would consider her average-looking, there was something about her I don’t know if I could exactly call attractive, but she did look pretty good for her 60s.

Then I had a dream Tom and I found out I was pregnant as we were walking somewhere. Tom told me the doctor wanted me to take this, too. Not sure what “this” was but when I asked why he said because I was older.

Then I was in a pool by myself totally unable to believe I was pregnant. I wasn’t showing yet but when I thought of all I would lose once the baby arrived (I don’t know why I didn’t just get rid of it since it wasn’t what I wanted), I was a little disappointed and worried. I knew I would have to give up a lot and that things wouldn’t be the same.