The sleep curser used two pops and my neck to wake me up. Besides these two mysterious popping sounds that seemed to come from the stereo speaker that definitely shouldn’t have, I got into a position that compressed the bulge in my neck and the discomfort woke me for a few seconds or so. I was able to go back to sleep all 3 times perhaps because it wasn’t some asshole with an insanely loud vehicle waking me up which pisses me off. Hard to return to sleep when you’re pissed.

It’s still almost scary just how cursed my sleep seems to be. I’m surprised I’m not tired. I’m not bursting with energy but maybe Tom has a point about the Benadryl. I considered taking it and then decided not to. Better to just lay there bored until I finally fell asleep. Drinking a little wine doesn’t leave me feeling that way when I get up, though I didn’t have any. Will pick some up this morning.

Declared my NaNo project even though it’s actually a continuation of an old project (Roomies). Looks like writing groups stick around unlike the old cabins. So I guess Tom, Aly, Kim and I just pick up from where we left off.

My hair is still thick enough that I need to use two brushes just to get through it. First I use the detangling brush, then I use the paddle brush that will actually go all the way through to my scalp.

It feels like I haven’t been out in forfuckingever that even I’m getting cabin fever and I’m generally a homebody. We still don’t want to do anything risky. We’re not going to start grocery shopping in person or anything like that, but we are going to run out to the Rite Aid outside the park when they open at 8. Unfortunately, the next time we’re out for more than just a few minutes will be when I’m in the dentist’s chair.

Another pig dream. Not as in “guinea” pig but the kind that walks on two legs, wears a uniform, and often abuses their power. Only this one wasn’t in uniform. It was a detective. They took my picture after suspecting I committed some crime against some woman (I think), but I don’t know what it was I supposedly did to her. The detective later showed up again wanting to take another picture and I was trying to decide whether or not to play dumb and act like I didn’t remember him or get a little confrontational and tell him to back off since he didn’t have a case

I LOL to myself when I thought of sending the journal excerpts to the termites in a rather creative fashion. I thought I would send the messages as if I hit their names by accident. Hey, this happens to some of us at times with the way it’s set up. I once flirted with the damn termite when I was supposed to be doing it with Nane.

So, I’m still going to wait till we’ve been gone a year, but then I thought I would write like someone else requested the excerpts and asked if they were bothering me or not and I would say nope, they haven’t bothered me at all because they’re dead. One got in a fatal accident, one had a heart attack, one killed herself, and the other was pushed to the ground in a fight, hitting her head and ending up dead. So no, they’re dead as a doorknob, and since they no longer exist, they’re no problem at all. But here are the excerpts you asked for on the details of their shit.

LMAO!

Ouch! I hate it when the pigs’ hay stabs my fingers when I’m pulling some out of the bag. Glad Rockefeller at least thinks it’s funny enough to popcorn over.

I threw my bracelets in a silver pouch I had and then put some necklaces in the glitter pouch Aly sent me. I can put all the bracelets together but not all the necklaces. They would get tangled. Some will go in individual sandwich bags. I’m wearing one of my faves right now. Shiny crystals.

Heard something climbing on the glass table on the patio. Probably a cat or a skunk.