I had a ridiculous house dream, LOL. The house was huge and must’ve been like 4 or 5 stories. On the ground floor, we had a horse. I said to Tom, “Horses can tell temperature differences, right?” He said yes and I said that I didn’t see any point in heating that part of the house during the winter.

When I told Tom about it I said, “The message in that dream was simple. In other words, keep dreaming the impossible, because the impossible is all we’re going to get.”

He said, “No, it’s a sign that the horses are going to help get us a house, but you don’t see it.”

Yeah, right! I sure wish that was the case!

I also wrote a poem in my dreams for that hot Italian guard who escorted Amanda Knox to and from the court, but I don’t remember what I wrote, much less how I thought I was going to get it to her since I don’t even know her name, LOL.

I was reading about the Knox case, which is rather interesting, but what really stands out in my mind, besides how hot some of the guards were that were escorting her, was how her family defended her. Never once did I hear them express any doubt as to her innocence (though I think she’s guilty). Had that been me in her shoes, my family would never have defended me like that! They’d pay for lawyers if they had the money and send me things I may need that were allowed, but I can totally picture them in interviews, saying things like, “While we’re here to support her and help try to get her freed as soon as possible, Jodi needs to take responsibility for her own actions. We’re aware of the fact that she has problems and well, we all gotta do what we gotta do, but we’re here for her.”

Even my own husband made me sound guilty as hell in court when he said, “I just want her to get help.” It’s like I have a magnet for attracting a serious lack of defense when it comes to getting or needing people on my side, guilty or not. Tom later explained the reason he said that which wasn’t because he really thought I needed help. He knew I was the victim all the way in that case. He was actually trying one last-ditch effort to remind the judge that it was only a letter, and therapy was an alternative to punishment. But it was obvious that the judge had already made up his mind about me before he ever even laid eyes on me. Tom later regretted saying this since it obviously didn’t do me any good. We’d have done many things differently had we known then what we know now, but we were naïve to the law and that’s why they took advantage of me. But still, when I do things like bitch about Jesse’s racket when he’s out gunning engines or refusing to call before coming down here with non-emergencies, he’s quick to make excuses for the guy and, it bothers me.

I was remembering – and I definitely couldn’t forget this one – one of the funniest memories Andy and I always used to laugh about. I was so rude, but it was so funny at the same time. Sort of like the garage thing. He used to have me tell him this story over and over again it was just so fucking funny!

Back in Springfield when I was still wasting my time with what obviously wasn’t meant to be, I would meet women on dating lines. Or try to anyway. Back then I liked them super feminine whereas these days I like them in the middle. So I called this girl in Rhode Island and told her up front I wanted a feminine woman. We ended up talking for quite a while. At one point she made the comment about her sister’s dresser in her bedroom having all kinds of makeup, perfume and jewelry all over it, while hers just had a bottle of deodorant.

“Wait a minute, wait a minute,” I suddenly exclaimed, “I smell dyke here!”

Damn! Springfield’s going to be 76º and only fall to 71º at night. But up in K-Falls, they’re going to go from 90º to 55º. That’s one of the sucky things to dry climates; the extreme hi/lo fluctuations. We’ll drop 30º too, but we’ll be dropping from 100º.