Ironically, I’m sleeping better here in the daytime than I was at our old house. Still can’t wait to get into our new home, though! He’s at the park now signing papers and getting more info. There are only 158 houses in this park as opposed to the 501 in our old park.

I’m fine with not having the place in my name for a few reasons. For one, you never know if it’s suddenly going to become a major crime to write in your blog that you hate cold weather and someone will try to sue you for it. Secondly, I would never want to live without him. But for him, is having it in only his name really making it “easier?” Or does he have some other reason for not minding it in his name only? Does he worry I may have future legal issues?

Well, I sure did in my dreams! Yes, I slept well overall but it wasn’t without a couple of shitty dreams. In one dream Aly was still alive but in the hospital. For some reason, her father somehow convinced her to dump me. Tom was somehow connected to the hospital. I’m not sure if he worked there or what but he saw her and I was asking him to describe her. His answers didn’t make sense but I made a mental point of trying my best not to forgive her if she wanted to reconnect. More so, I wanted to go over to her father’s house and confront him.

An even shittier dream was the one where I was back in jail again for the freeloaders. I don’t know what I was supposed to have done to them but I knew I was going to be there for a very long time. Like long enough to wonder if Tom would be alive and where the hell I would go when I was released. I wondered if I would be able to stay with Andy.

Tom was visiting one time when I was trying to come up with discreet ways to discuss breaking me out of there. So asking how I could get myself “healthy” was code for escaping.

Tom is going to be bringing me back some Chinese food on his way home. Decided to try a place nearby and get beef fried rice, shrimp toast, and French fries.