It has been hot and dry here, though it seems summer just doesn’t want to kick in for my German buddy, hahaha.

Woke up to more questions in Spanish than in English on Ask, so that was cool. Yo gusto español mucho mejor.

Yesterday was a shitty day allergy-wise. I had random sneezing fits on and off all day and night. Today I’m sore from all the sneezing but it would be a lot worse if I didn’t work out. The sleep disorder alone is a definite curse from above. So why must I have had and still have so many other problems on top of it? Asthma, allergies, ear problems, dental problems, etc. The asthma’s been dormant since quitting smoking, but really, why has God been so shitty to me health-wise for so much of my life???

Sometimes I like to speculate on what I would do if I were suddenly in a particular situation. Or what others would do. I asked Tom what he would major and minor in if he were suddenly in college. He said he wasn’t sure, though it would more than likely be computers for a major and either electronics or music for a minor. 20 years ago I’d have majored in voice and minored in some kind of art. Now it’d be writing and languages, but I’m not sure which one would be the major.

“You eat sweets when you’re stressed – candy, ice cream, cake, cookies… why? Because stressed spelled backward is desserts.” LOL, cute one.

Later…

Although I’ve eaten plenty and haven’t forgotten my vitamins, I’ve been sluggish ever since I’ve been up. Perhaps it’s because I slept kind of shitty. I woke up for no reason at all over and over again. I had tons of dreams involving animals – cats, birds, snakes… I wish I would start “seeing” ahead in my dreams as to where we may be moving to. I think I’m experienced enough now with these things to get a sense of what could be meaningful vs. what probably isn’t.

Fortunately, I haven’t sneezed yet since I’ve been up but nearly 6 hours later I still feel kind of out of it. I didn’t even work out for long. Just enough to keep the muscles going strong for after 72 hours the meltdown slowly begins.

Tom has to take a physical tomorrow as part of the requirements for those driving a forklift. He’s worried about his blood pressure. So am I. Not just for obvious reasons, but he was hired specifically because he agreed to drive the lift, so if he doesn’t pass this physical, then what? Is this where God tears us back down so He can get a good laugh and see to it that we can’t move? I hope not! But after all, we’ve been through this will always be a concern of mine.

I’m both surprised and glad that I haven’t been bothered lately by Kim or Molly. The harassment on Ask stopped the day I confronted Kim who reacted with the classic guilty reaction she reacted with. But I knew it was her. In the end, she’d gotten so obvious that even a retard could’ve figured her out.