Although Maliheh picked up my message about the homeless dream, she didn’t even have the decency to send a quick reply. Once again, my lack of hearing from her and her refusal to add me on FB pretty much tells me more than I need to know.

Kim left a comment on Molly’s blog as Janet M suggesting that Alan, this guy she has a crush on who resides at the group home, isn’t into her. I know I shouldn’t have but I couldn’t resist adding that she might want to switch to girls as Maya O. Then this morning I woke up to find an anonymous comment telling her to ignore the first two comments and to just keep her chin up and stick to herself, and good luck with meeting with her parents this weekend.

Again I’m left to wonder who this could be. Another alter of Kim’s? Aly? Someone else? Ironically enough, Aly’s the only one who says she isn’t getting emails from me or FB messages. I can only communicate with her through her wall. True tech issues? Or her way of deterring contact from me?

I made my blogs public again because I missed having them that way and seeing who comes around. I’ll just be more careful about what I say, of course. I’m allowing for anonymous comments again on MO and LJ, but if that privilege is abused by spammers as I suspect it may be, that will change.

Still have no desire to return to Ask. Maybe this summer or next winter. Ask is too glitchy. I hate Formspring’s layout and video craze but at least it’s not as glitchy right now.

My dreams are getting stranger by the minute. As anyone who knows me knows, I hate apartments. Anything that’s attached to others is nothing I can stand to live in and I wonder how I survived 9 years of apartments, hotels and 10 months at the duplex. Yet that’s exactly what we were trying to rent in last night’s dream. I don’t know how many rooms it had, but it seemed to be a humungous two-bed, two-bath. It was old and ugly with hardwood floors yet I just loved it. I was worried that these 3 young girls who also came to look at it would get it, even though it was noisy as hell with paper-thin walls. I could hear dishes clanking in the neighboring apartment and dogs barking outside like crazy, yet I still wanted the apartment really bad. Don’t know if we got it, though.

Reading for a few hours at night has helped me to tire down and keep on the schedule I’ve been on where I get up late in the morning. Don’t know how long I can keep it up but I’ve got to stay on days for another week until my eye appointment.