On and on went the dreams involving Christine last night. We mostly hung out at what appeared to be her place.

She did return to my blog again, and I find it rather odd that she didn’t check her email. If that’s her account on MyOpera, she didn’t come to mine from it, so who knows? She may not have a toolbar telling her when she’s got mail and she may not check very often. The visit was just after 5pm when I’d assume she was close to going home. So if she’s got a boyfriend and a couple of kids at home, she may not do much online after work. Even she said in one of her entries that she wishes she had the energy to do more, but all she wants to do is veg out on the couch when she’s home.

I forgot to write yesterday that two nights ago I did it again in my sleep. I somehow managed to pick up the little notebook I keep by the bed, never dropping the pen stuck in the spiral binder, and then I tore a few pages out and tossed them onto the floor before also somehow managing to put the notebook back exactly where I keep it.

“Are you playing a joke on me?” I asked Tom, but he insists he’s not and I do believe him. He’s not the kind that would do such a thing, and it would wake me up for sure. The question is why would I do such a thing? Tom said maybe I was dreaming of writing something down, but I don’t know what to think.

On YouTube, I saw one of my cousin Sharyn’s 8 appearances on Oprah. She was on for 5 minutes and I gotta admit it really makes me laugh to know this woman who married the same abusive man 4 times and has since been divorced (permanently?) is a marriage counselor of all things, LOL. Guess she’s not as with it as I’d have once given her credit for, but that’s ok. Those that are with it – or at least too with it – are incredibly boring!

From the neck down she looks great for her age of 61, though she was around 50 when she made her last appearance, and very fit. Her face is plain, her hair can’t be more than a half-inch long, and overall she looks like a dyke. She’s listed as “very liberal” on Facebook, but I don’t know if she’s ever been with a woman before or not. It wouldn’t surprise me if she has. She should be since just because guys have two heads doesn’t mean there are any brains in either one of them unless you’re Tom.

She spoke of unconditional love, and I’m totally all for that and believe in that so long as there’s no abuse involved. You may lose the lust over time because humans simply weren’t meant to be attracted physically to the same person all their lives and to one person only, even if we wish we could be. But while age and time may fizzle out the fireworks, I believe love can grow if you can get along. I love Tom way more than I did 15 years ago, even 10. And no amount of sexy ladies ever can and will change that.

I started following her on Twitter when she joined the other day, but she didn’t follow back, so I said fuck it and unfollowed her. She obviously doesn’t wish to keep in touch.

I knew the peace wouldn’t last forever, and sure enough, Jesse was bulldozing the ruts out of the drive that the rain made, and who knows what he’ll do today now that I’m mostly back on days and awake to have to listen to it till I crank up my music or something.

Andy called yesterday offering to send me some valium from a leftover prescription of his from when he was under a lot of stress to help ease my own stress when my teeth get to me, but no thanks. That was kind of him to offer, but I not only don’t want to get into anything I may like a little too much and get back into the same kind of pill addiction I had in the 80s but melatonin and Benadryl help relax me just the same.

My weight’s climbing again but that’s no surprise when you’re 45, you eat whenever you’re hungry, and you sit on your ass all day. So now it’s time to cut calories and get running.