“It’s not mine,” I said with annoyance thick in my voice.

“But isn’t that your handbag?” some anonymous lady asked me.

“It’s identical to mine, yes, but it can’t be mine based on its contents. What would I be doing with rubber duckies and stuffed tarantulas in my handbag?” I shouted in my dreams last night as I frantically tried to pick my handbag out of the dozens that were present.

Yeah, I had strange dreams last night. I didn’t seem to know Tom and was living in the second house I grew up in with my folks. I attended some kind of musical or play and had placed my handbag with all the other women’s handbags in this odd-looking coat room before going into the auditorium. After the performance, my handbag was missing and I was not only pissed but worried about my checking account and the hassles that would go with having to get a new ID and all that.

In the next scene, I was walking around outside. I don’t know what state (or even what planet) I was in but I found this hidden little piece of beach and I ran home all excited to tell my mother all about finding the perfect little slice of beach to hang out at.

In the last dream, I had my own apartment and I went to call “Nervous” even though he’s dead, LOL, and he kept saying he couldn’t hear me. He said, “Don’t you have an amplifier to hook up to your phone?”

On the verge of tears I said, “No, it’s gone. Everything’s gone!”

My allergies really gave me hell today. I was determined not to take a Benadryl so I wouldn’t get all groggy, but I broke down and took one after a couple of hours of sneezing. So now I’ll be pretty out of it and useless throughout the night, unable to do much more than watch movies and waste time. I’m just not in the mood to work on my story or study languages. My mouth is so dry now from taking the stuff, along with snorting up my snot spray.

Andy finally got his own Formspring account, so that’s cool. We’ve been having fun playing around there.

I had a nice chat with Nane, but haven’t talked to Maliheh in a few days. While Nane is very sweet, I still get the feeling she’s – IDK – reserved a bit. Like she suspects I have some hidden motive for wanting to be her friend. Especially since she said I was so nice to her and she wondered why in her last email of the day to me before she went to bed. Really, though, she’s just an attractive, friendly woman who’s interesting to talk to.