Reactivated my old Twitter account just long enough to do a test. I’ve always been curious… if you tweet to someone and then deactivate your account, does the person still see your tweet? So I tweeted to one of Kim’s fan accounts, asking why she follows me, then deactivated again. She’ll answer my Twitter question by whether or not she changes links. 

She hasn’t found my newest account because I’m not blocked from any of her accounts there. 

I’m also curious about her own schedule. Assuming she will see the tweet and that Twitter’s probably one of the first things she does when she comes online, this will give me a sense of when she’s up. I thought Aly once said that she was up late and slept in. She seemed to come online around 11:30 AM her time. 

Actually, she might not see it from what I just read. This makes more sense because I tweeted to her around midnight her time when I thought she might still be up. But maybe not. I’ll know tomorrow morning for sure. 

Later… 

Feeling better so far today. I was up a long time but slept well enough. I’m trying to see if the same emotional tapping that helps with anxiety can help with dizziness. It’s supposed to help with a number of things. 

My ear isn’t bugging me today, at least as of yet, and it’s too soon to say how dizzy I’ll be. 

Made quite a bit of progress on my story yesterday, went for a long walk, and did some cleaning. I also blogged and took a few Italian lessons as part of my review plan. You know, the usual stuff. 

What’s a great way to practice your Spanish writing? Just jot notes on what dreams you remember in the language! Maybe I’ll alternate between that, Italian and German. 

My dreams were strange and senseless. Tom chose a bunch of incense sticks and fragrances for me, and I snuck up to a house where a towel had been left just outside the door and started painting it. When a woman opened the door, I slid back behind a bush as she turned to say something to someone inside the house. 

Then a man was arrested inside a large building for trying to steal an ostrich. He was seated in a chair as the officers chatted nearby. He glanced up at me as I walked by and I hoped he wouldn’t suddenly dart out of his chair and grab me or anything. 

I then opened the door to a tiny windowless room, wondering if perhaps I should’ve waited till he was taken away so he couldn’t see where I was staying.