What a bitch it must be to have a sister with the same name as the person you hate the most in life, LOL! We actually met once, too. She just spells both her first and middle name differently. She’s 5 years younger than her sick sis and has been in civil court herself 7 times and family court, too. Gee, what a surprise, huh? It’s just a family thing, I guess.

It’s true (and I just tweeted this) that somebody’s evil sister might not dig the fact that we share the same name. LOL, I get a kick outa it as it’s funny as hell!

Oh, folks have asked if it bothers me to know one can run someone’s email addy and track their online activities, and the answer’s no. I know that for some reason, most people are very sensitive about stuff like that, but I personally don’t care if someone finds out that I posted a picture on MySpace or that I posted to a blog or whatever. If I had a problem with it, I wouldn’t post these things to begin with. So no, I don’t think about it any more than I think about someone spotting me going down the street. It’s all just life, you know?

My record was expunged clean about 5 years ago, though old court records remain in existence and published. Do I care? Bet you can guess!

I stopped “spying” on other people as it’s lost its excitement for me, and there’s only so much one can learn even with all that’s published these days. And only so many people I care to learn about anyway. As fun as it was for a few days there when I first learned about a few sites in particular, most people just aren’t that interesting to me, and as for the possibility of my parents having more money than they let on – I don’t want to know. I just don’t want to find out that they may have a decent amount of money. I’m sure they’re not rich, but I don’t want to learn that they’re pretty damn comfy and then be pissed that I’m sitting here in pain and in need of dentures. Then again, even if they were getting a good amount of money per month, who’s to say how much of it is going to medical expenses? It’s their money and their business, but it still – not enrages me – but bothers me to know they got 163K from their last house in Massachusetts while I was bumming it in the slums. And I don’t care if this was back in 1989 either.

No amount of money they may have detracts from my appreciation of how they saved us when we couldn’t access our money for a couple of weeks, but it still kinda pisses me off. I don’t think they could hand someone 100K and say, “Here, go buy a house.” But I think they could send $500 to get me to a dentist. After all, they did shell out $450 in a heartbeat and even told me not to bother paying them back, even though we were totally prepared to once we could access our own money.

I sit at my computer and stare at what I’ve written so far in my story and then my mind goes blank. Well, it’s not that I don’t know what to write next, it’s just that I can’t get in the mood. I’m like that when I have my writing streaks, then I just can’t get into it.

I’m 20% through IT 201 with a 90% accuracy rate. For some reason 201 is easier than 101 & 102. Perhaps it’s cuz I’m getting better. I know my speech is certainly improving and Tom agrees.

Here comes the rain again. Yup, piove. And the frogs are back croaking up a storm, too.

I’m so sick of these damn glasses! I hate wearing them. I want my old eyes back! Or better yet, my young ones.

I know I should write my dreams down as soon as I get up so they don’t fade away before I can get them in print, but I’m not usually in the mood to do anything other than fetch my coffee when I first get up. For the first hour of my day, I’m not very functional.

So all I remember are a series of disjointed images and words. First, we were in what seemed like either an apartment or a motel (what a shock) and I came out of a room on one end of the place when someone knocked on the door. Instead of going to the door, I went past the bathroom and across a short hallway to another room where Tom was on the floor cleaning or fixing some electronics. I said, “Someone’s at the door. every time we move someone comes knocking.”

Tom got up and let the visitor in. I then had an instant understanding that the young woman was our housekeeper. She had long wavy brown hair. I asked her how often they would send her and she simply shrugged. Next, I looked around the place for a suitable place to tack a note up explaining that if she, or another housekeeper, should come to clean and find the bedroom door shut, they were not to enter that room.

Then the room morphed into what definitely seemed more like a large hotel room. I was alone in the room which had double beds and a door at each end of the room. One door led to the room while the other, which was in back by the bathroom, led to another motel room or apartment in which a woman and her little boy lived in. Somehow, I seemed to know this woman with short blond hair and that my “place,” whatever that was, was somewhere outside the door in front of the room.

I was propped up in the bed closest to the front door reading when the woman and child, never seeming to notice me, first walked in and crossed the room to disappear behind the other door and into their “place.”

Then the front door opened a moment later and in came a tall, thin, scruffy, middle-aged woman that I immediately knew was both crazy and out to scam me. She had graying hair pulled back in a sloppy ponytail and she talked slowly, deliberately and with much determination. I tried to remain calm and not let my discomfort show yet I felt intimidated by the woman, afraid of saying the wrong thing.

The mother and son appeared again and the 4 of us exchanged words. The mother said something about hoping the room wasn’t occupied that night because she worked nights and would be passing through at midnight. Then the boy got a little playful and the crazy woman seemed annoyed by it, making me worry she’d do something mean.

Suddenly I was on the bed again, alone after the mother and son returned “home,” and the crazy lady exited the front door much to my relief. Just as I heard the door close behind her I jumped up and turned the lights on. I was just about to go lock the front door when it opened again and the crazy lady stepped back inside the room. 

“Yup, I’m up now,” I said, and added something about my place being just outside.