I came in my sleep, though I don’t remember having any wet dreams. I’ve had dreams about cumming, but I think this is the first time I actually did cum in my sleep, or maybe it’s just the first time I remembered it. At first, I wasn’t sure if that throbbing down there, which often occurs when I cum, was real or not, but the slickness down there when I went to wipe after I got up and peed, confirmed that no, it wasn’t just a dream. Tom said this happens to him every now and then too, so it’s not like it’s abnormal or anything. Glad I’m not a guy or else then I may’ve woken up to wonder if something was wrong with my bladder if I discovered a wet bed but didn’t remember getting off at all.

Kim is still proving that she just can’t let go and is making me wonder if she’ll ever accept that our friendship ended forever last June and will move on. Apparently, she’s taking notice of Aly’s celebrity “likes” on Facebook (which is glitchier than hell) and creating fan pages for these people to then friend both her and I with.

I got a friend request from “Dot Marie J” and right away I knew Kim was behind it even though I didn’t know who that was. I don’t watch TV. Aly confirmed Kim was/is a fan of Glee which is the show this woman’s on. The Dot that Aly “liked” was actually created by another friend of hers.

As soon as I went to reject and then block the account, it disappeared. Not before I could see that “Dot” was following both Aly and I, though. I figured that like Aly and Kathy have, I would eventually get add requests in celebrity or bogus names. If it becomes a regular thing I’ll disallow friend requests. I’m sure she’s reading every single journal post I make public and watching for me on Ask, too. Probably even drives herself crazy trying to find me on Formspring.

The fact that she harasses someone working with the FBI tells me how little she cares about herself. Either that or she realizes that while what she’s doing is wrong, she knows she hasn’t quite crossed the line into anything illegal. It’s one of those things where technically it is illegal to stalk someone even online, but at the same time, she’s not doing anything illegal by making unwanted contact, since the contact hasn’t contained any threats or anything like that. Still, I wonder if she’d actually get off on being arrested and dragged into court for harassing us, knowing that she was getting the negative attention she craves. Some people are just sick like that.

It’s just frustrating trying to get people to stop “liking” my cover photos so they don’t fall prey to this sicko, only to see them continue to comment and like them. I guess they either don’t read all my posts, or they don’t mind or think they’ll get cyberstalked. Oh well. Can’t say I didn’t try to warn people.

My mail.com addy stopped bouncing, so I guess it really did have to do with a problem on their end and not mine, after all. First I thought other email providers blocked mail.com, then I thought I was the one who was blocked, but now I see it was mail.com, my least favorite, provider along with Gmail, that was the problem.

I wasn’t thrilled to experience a power outage 4 hours into my sleep. Why is it always 4 hours that bad things tend to happen? Why not 3 or 6? I actually woke up just because at around 9:30 and thought how wonderful it’d be if I could get up then. But before I knew it I was drifting back off to sleep until the sudden silence woke me up when the power failure stopped the sound machine and fan a half-hour later.

I then called up to Jesse who said he didn’t have any power either and while I had him on the phone I asked if I could get him to back off on the bleach. He admitted he put too much in and said that it should be fine in a day or two. It was already much better when I took my shower a few hours ago.

So I stuck a foam earplug in my good ear and got back into bed. An hour later the power came back on. I didn’t want to fall back asleep, but did anyway. I dreamt of Nane like crazy, though nothing too wet. It was so nice, though, cuz it was so real. Seemed that way anyway. I visited her and we spent a lot of time chatting and cuddling. She didn’t live in a fourth-floor apartment like she does in real life in all the dreams. In one she had a house in a rural setting. You could see sprawling green hills for miles with an occasional house here and there.

Didn’t get up till 2:30, which will only make crashing tonight even harder, but oh well. In just two more days I should be alarm-free for a while. It will be nice to wake up on my own for the first time in weeks. It’s not like I could take Sundays off like Tom can, but here’s where the mixed emotions about working at home come in. I’d still work out of the house if I could even if I didn’t like my job or coworkers, but in cases like this I’m glad to be a work-at-homer and an old-fashioned housewife.

I’m worried about Tammy right now. Had to boot up my Mac for the first time in ages due to the power failure, but Macs boot up way faster than Windows computers do. I had trouble restoring sound at first, so I couldn’t play her VM from my email and had to boot the MJ and hear it there. I was shocked and worried about how horrible she sounded. Her voice sounds old, tired, strained and harsh as hell. I’m amazed she could breathe well enough to even talk. She said it was easier, though, than leaving messages on FB since she’s basically been bedridden. She was rushed to the hospital by ambulance from her doctor’s last Friday and was just released. What’s scary and frustrating is that they still don’t know what’s going on. Nurses are at the house daily and she’s having all kinds of tests, but I guess they misdiagnosed her twice and are totally stumped as to why she’s so ill.

I just know, as I said before, that if she dies I’m REALLY going to be worried. Family death curses do exist. Look at Larry and Sandy’s kids. With one killed in a car accident less than a month before it was due to be born and another killed in a trucking accident, it’s obvious something was after their kids.