Went to Denny’s last night and will definitely not be going back. It was busy even at 3:00 in the morning! Furthermore, the service sucked. Things took forever and got screwed up along the way, so I slammed them on Yelp. The food was ok, though the oil the fries were cooked in was probably older than this house. 

Had a hot flash while I was there too, though it didn’t last long. 

Stopped at Walgreens after that. Got a cute, colorful tunic that’s almost 70’s looking with its wide lace sleeves that are gathered above the elbow. I also got a pink floral scarf. 

Just because I personally don’t identify with any religion doesn’t mean my stomach’s forgotten my Jewish heritage, which means a tendency to be lactose intolerant. Therefore, I’m drinking my bottle of low-fat chocolate milk a few swallows at a time. 

Kim (probably Aly, too) was following my Twitter account religiously. I did some tests to prove it and she failed miserably. We’re not friends anymore so there’s no reason they should be playing looky-looky. Yes, I could’ve protected the tweets, since changing links is pretty useless. There are numerous ways to find accounts with new links/names if you’re computer savvy enough. I’ve found many things on various people without actually doing anything illegal. The reason I didn’t just protect the tweets, though, was so that Kim - unless she finds the secret account I created - would be denied the opportunity to play victim by blocking me from her dozens of fan accounts. 

Man, I am just so fucking sick of even thinking of them. The only reason Kim hasn’t contacted me is that the coward can’t do it anonymously. I’m sure she’s getting a royal kick out of reading this, but I am NOT going to hold back in my own blog and I am NOT going to default all posts to midnight like I considered doing. This was to keep them from knowing my schedule, but you know what? I don’t give a shit if they know when I’m awake or not. I’m not on as many social/blog sites these days, so the only chance they get to play their blocking game is on Facebook and Blogger, assuming they’re not on Prosebox or LiveJournal. I’ve become the same recluse online that I tend to be in person. It’s just easier that way. 

I don’t doubt that they’ll spend hours hunting down my new Twitter account, but since Kim can’t resist playing vicky vicky, I’ll know if it’s found because I’ll be blocked on all her fan sites. 

You know, the more time that passes, the gladder I am that my “friendship” with Aly fell through. Both liars are two peas in a pod for damn sure with the only difference between them being that Aly’s smart and Kim’s not. 

I wonder, though… If Aly’s friends with Molly, as I suspect, then why didn’t I see any accounts of hers on her follow list? Why don’t I see her on my tracking list? Molly is either dead, doing an unbelievably damn good job of hiding, or those in charge of her are doing a fabulous job of keeping her offline. 

I also wonder if Tammy's gone a bit Andy on me. She asked what happened with me and Andy, and I’m like, seriously? I wrote about that and mentioned it to her, so why would she ask that? This isn’t the only time I’ve noticed this flakiness in her, though she’s always had a bit of a flaky side. She’s not dumb, but she’s not always quick to catch on or to remember things. 

OMG, I just felt the weirdest sensation in my head. It’s like a rush came over it and I went deaf but also didn’t. I wondered if I’d pass out or if this was it… I was going to have a stroke or a heart attack. Heart got a little racy and I felt a little anxious, but my guess is it’s tied in with the peri. I hope so! I hope nothing else is going on with me that I don’t know about. My bad ear has been driving me crazy lately, and I still have feminine itching. I hope my former young and inexperienced doc, hot or not, was right in that it’s not due to an infection but enlarged hair follicles from all the shaving I had to do as an exotic dancer way back when. 

I had some honey turkey and it calmed my anxiety. 

I also felt a bit short of breath and then had another sensation run through my head sort of like when you get tired and are about to fall asleep. Sleep. That’s something I miss doing normally. I may not have been able to keep a schedule most of my life, but the sleep itself used to be normal. I was always a bit of a light sleeper that needed to sleep with sound machines on, but otherwise, I didn’t wake up a million times. I still sleep an average of 8 hours, but it’s sometimes hard to fall asleep and I never sleep straight through. Some nights/days are worse than usual. It took me forever to fall asleep last time around and every time I thought I was about to knock off, I’d float back up to wakefulness. This fucking sucks and my doc’s still a week and two days away. Gotta hit the lab next weekend, too.