Decided to be a little more private for now. I let my Facebook friends know that if for some reason they are absolutely 100% adamantly against going to MyOpera, tell me so on Facebook and I will personally message them copies of my journal entries there if they’d like.

I’m also doing it to piss Kim off. She’ll have her “sources” go to my other blog or have to remember to disable cookies, but I’m sure she won’t appreciate the inconvenience. Someone asked how Nane was doing yesterday on Ask and I wonder if it was her. Who else would ask that?

Later…

Beat the alarm by 10 minutes yesterday, but today I not only didn’t beat it but was tired as well. That’s because I lost an hour of sleep along the way. One of the side effects of melatonin is that it can cause you to wake up often, sometimes for more than just a few minutes. And I’m pretty sure it is melatonin that’s in this Neuro Sleep drink. I only had a third of the bottle, too. Had to get up and pee and then take a few more swallows to eventually get back to sleep. Tonight, if I don’t fall asleep at a reasonable hour, since I’ll probably perk up around 6pm, I’ll go with Benadryl instead. Fortunately, I only have a few more days of this.

I thought I’d be too tired to work out, but I managed after I compromised with myself and cut the strength training out and just stuck to the cardio. I was a little hungry today too, due to losing more weight, so I had to have my main meal earlier than usual.

Nothing really exciting as far as dreams go. Just that I was living alone down in L.A. which was weird.

Lotta folks got a kick out of the dream I recently had of me visiting Nane and screwing up everything when she took me to assist her at work. LOL, it was funny. My dream self was horrified with embarrassment at how badly I kept fucking things up. Andy said I should throw it in a story. It would make for a funny scene. Maybe I should’ve thrown it in A Rainbow in Munich. Then Rainbow could’ve really rung Nadja through the wringer.

Andy really threw me for a loop with his reaction to my telling him Tom lost 50 pounds. He was all shocked and saying how skinny he was and all that and I’m thinking to myself, 238 isn’t that skinny, and that’s when I realized my typos, hahaha.

I’m too tired to write anymore right now. I’d like to at least go lie down for a while. Maybe I’ll do another post later.

Got an “I’m sorry for everything” that no doubt came from Kim. Again, it’s like she’s trying to impersonate Molly, who seems to have dropped off the face of the earth. If this were really Molly, Aly and I would see/hear from her on other sites as well. It’s just Kim and her bullshit games. She’s NOT sorry for shit. She’ll be back to pestering me soon enough. Just like Molly would when she would apologize.

Later…

Poor Julien. He died earlier tonight. He had trouble breathing in the pet store but we thought that once we got him home he’d be ok. He seemed to start getting better, though he wasn’t growing or eating much. We began to wonder if maybe he was taken from his mother too soon and his lungs hadn’t had a chance to fully develop.

Yesterday we both handled him and he seemed like a changed rat all of a sudden cuz as soon as I put him back in his house, he wanted to come back out. Romeo, of course, being the jealous, mischievous little fella that he is, would nudge my hand away and nip at me playfully, trying to steal the attention. Cute albeit annoying at times.

Tonight he started acting weird as hell. Most rats won’t simply sit and cuddle with you. They’re just too animated and high-strung. They like to explore, play and be active. But Julien kept biting the bars of the cage like he was desperate to try to chew his way out. He even tried to squeeze through the feed hole. So I kept taking him out and he would sit calmly in my arms, and then resume his desperate attempts to escape when I’d place him back in his cage. I’d offer him food, but he wouldn’t take it.

Then he started convulsing right in front of us and was dead in just seconds. It was the weirdest thing. Tom looked online and found that what likely happened was that he had a bacterial infection of some kind in his lungs and it caused a blood clot to the brain or heart. Once that happens to an animal or a person, it’s over in minutes, if even that.

It was so sad, cuz even though we’d only had him for just a week, Romeo loved having a roommate after living alone for 3 weeks, and he was turning out to be such a sweetie. Where Romeo is rambunctious, Julien was mellow.

It was sweet of Mary to grieve the little furball with me and for her wall posts. She’s a very compassionate soul. I heard from Andy and Sharyn, too. Meanwhile, baby Julien will be buried in the morning next to Tinkerboy before I get up at 10am. I suggested Tom not put him in anything like with Tinkerboy so he “goes away” faster, making it less likely that the fucking mutts will dig him up. He’ll put some large rocks on the grave, too.

In the afternoon we’ll look for a new roommate for Romeo so he doesn’t get depressed.

I have other things to write about, but I’m pretty beat so I’m going to call it a night.