Does everyone have dreams where they’re naked in public? I have these types of dreams every now and then myself. Last night Tom and I were at a store when I suddenly realized that all I was wearing was a pair of black panties. I quickly wrapped my arms around my chest to cover my boobies. Then I realized that Tom didn’t seem to notice my nakedness, and so I hoped that this meant that others wouldn’t either.

I also dreamt that Jesse told me a woman named (he said my sister’s full name) called complaining about all the barking, and right away I feared the drama queen was about to try to pull something on me because there’s no way she could hear the barking all the way in Connecticunt, of course.

In real life, the fucker never came home last night. If he did it was after 1am, and so it sounded like a winter day with all the barking that went on for at least 6 hours. I had to put the sound machines on all throughout the place just to concentrate on my writing. It’s fucking ridiculous that this has to follow us every single fucking place we go in the west, although Andy said it wasn’t a regular problem for him. Then he must not have lived close to other people’s yards. For us, where there are yards there are dogs and so there is barking. Not every single yard within the immediate area of every place we’ve lived at has had dogs, but there’s always at least one that has.

I’m in a better mood than I was last night, even though the Beanie Baby didn’t sell. Next we move on to plan #2 and that’s seeing what we can get from a company that buys Beanie Babies. If they won’t give me at least $200, I’m not interested. And if that’s the case, then it’s off to plan #3 which is to group them into lots and do shorter listings.

Tom’s now down from over 270 pounds to 243 – yay! And I’m just ever so slightly under the 130-marker myself. Almost put 230. I don’t think I could even walk at 230 as short as I am!

I don’t know why I would do that since Halloween is an ugly holiday. Witches aren’t my thing, psychic or not, and black and orange aren’t my favorite colors. They’re not as ugly as gray and olive, but they don’t do anything for me either. I remember Halloween was Andy’s favorite holiday, though, while mine was always New Year’s Eve, though lately the thought of a new year doesn’t bring the kind of hope and excitement it once did. Gee, I wonder why?! Like maybe somebody finally realizes – even if she’s a little slow at times – that her future was obvious all along. Yeah, it’s sad to know that my answer would be the same if someone asked me where I saw myself a year from now, 5 years from now, or even 10 years from now.

Poor, poor and poor.