Sometimes I still have to write just for me, and this will be one of those entries. When I told Aly I was sorry Cam is sad about losing Peachy and to remember that there will be other pets to love and care for, instead of getting, “Thanks for your kind words” I get, “I know you mean well, but ouch. Maybe we see/feel the loss of pets differently? Plus, Cam is going through several letdowns all at once which just has him taking things even harder right now.”

Ugh, while I love my friend Aly, I hate how fucking sensitive she is! I can just imagine the tweets I’d be reading about if she hadn’t disabled her other account once she either realized I knew about the account or she got tired of Molly’s whiny tweets. If she dumps me a second time, even though I would prefer to remain friends for the rest of my life, it will be the last time she ever does so because I won’t take her back into my life. Again, I would prefer she always be in my life but if not, it wouldn’t be 100% bad because then I would be able to write more freely without worrying that I’m offending her fragile feelings and might even make most of my journals public as long as I weed out last names that aren’t public figures, especially in entries less than 3 years old.

I don’t think she’ll dump me again any time soon, though. I hope not. But yeah, if you ask me what I like least about her it’s that she’s overly sensitive and takes things wrong or too personally at times. I realize she’s also a lot younger. The older we get, the less sensitive we get and the less hard things hit us like losing pets because even if it still hits hard enough, we’ve been through it more times by the time you get in your 50s and all that.

I guess how high you get your HR and for how long really matters when it comes to weight loss. I can see where walking, even briskly, wouldn’t be enough but it’s better than doing no cardio at all. Now that I finally have my energy back, we’ll be going for a walk this morning.

Not sure if my triple-head toothbrush is cleaning as well as the other one but I guess I’ll find out when I have my next dental checkup. I also don’t like the way it rattles against my teeth although I’m getting a little better at avoiding that.

Made a bracelet with the crystal beads. Very shiny. I made a list of things I plan to make for myself and for Aly, assuming Little Miss Sensitive doesn’t dump me. The more I think about her response, the ruder it seems but I’m prepared to drop it unless she brings it up again.

Wow, we’re going to have temperatures in the 90s. Global warming really is for real.

Not only am I not happy about the conservative Justice replacing Ginsburg, but I don’t like how Trump went up a percent on the national “pie” while Biden stayed the same. Still think Biden will win. Can’t wait for Trump to be out of the picture so I don’t have to hear about the bastard so damn much. There’s nothing more frustrating than hearing about people and subjects you’re either sick of or you don’t like or agree with over and over again.

Dreamed I was dancing for as long as I could hold my schedule and that was barely longer than a week. I didn’t get my pay right away. I guess in this place you didn’t get your tips in cash each night. I didn’t know Tom and my parents were still alive. Guess I was living with them. I don’t know how I had been surviving before, but I was low on money and feared I would have to end it all to keep from starving in the streets.

It was some time before I was able to pick up my pay and I remembered breaking a dumpster somehow by accident while I was working and feared I would be charged for that and that the owner/boss would take the money out of my check. Also, I had two rats that I left there for some crazy reason and hoped that they had been well-cared for while I was gone.

One or both of my parents eventually drove me to pick up my check. I was right about the money being taken for the broken dumpster, which was $1,600, leaving me with only $51.

“Well, this will buy me a week of life,” I said to my mother with a hopeless sigh.

Then I spotted a dancer I had gotten along well with during my week there. She seemed just as excited to see me at first when I spotted her on the other side of a crowded pool, and we waved to each other. But then she didn’t exactly return the embrace when I went to hug her.

Then I finally got to see my rats. Since some time had passed, I expected them to look really old and not have much energy. Instead, I found them looking not that bad at all and running around happily in a large wooden crate. I was glad to see they had so much space.