The rain has returned. I wasn’t kidding when I said we’ve had more rain this year than in all the years we’ve been in this area. At least it keeps things quiet around here.

Still no anxiety since around the 10th, like I told Dr. A. She said she’s requesting the GYN referral, keep my appointment in March, but come see her sooner if I need to.

I forgot to mention that when I told Stacey my original plan was to throw her in a story, make her do all kinds of funny things, then eventually Facebook it to her, she got a kick out of it. Maybe I will surprise her with a little something someday, though I’m not sure what. Right now, I have a few writing projects to keep me busy.

I had a series of long, detailed dreams last night, one of which wasn’t very good. First I was at the beach somewhere, then I was in a large conference room. There were several large tables in the room and maybe a few dozen people. I sat by myself at the end of one table writing in a notebook.

Then we were staying at some hotel. I went down to the front desk to extend our stay another day or two. The girl behind the desk resembled Amber, the Kiwibox bully. She threw something in my direction that looked like a shiny silver needle, but it disappeared once it hit the floor.

“I can’t find what you threw at me,” I told her.

“Oh, really?” she said, gazing over the counter. “I was trying to give you this.”

“This” was a piece of paper saying that I was a suspect in an attempted murder investigation on the black bitch down in Arizona. I knew nothing about it, of course, but wasn’t surprised that she tried to cast suspicion upon me.

Knowing that our stay wouldn’t be extended, I returned to our room where I could hear Tom snoring, but couldn’t see him because he was napping behind a partition. My first thought was to tell him when he woke up, but then the dream ended with me realizing that I should wake him up so we could get the hell out of there, figuring that if I was a suspect, then the cops would probably show up at the hotel soon enough.

So Aly’s getting on Kim for not being around when she wants to chat and saying how easy it would be to do something stupid right now. LOL. Normally I would have all the empathy in the world, but not for her. Not anymore. I’d love it if she killed herself. Then again, I don’t know if I could go that far but I would definitely laugh if Kim got fed up with the clinginess just like I did and then dumped her. It’ll never happen, though. I couldn’t guarantee their friendship like I could guarantee Tom and I, but close enough.

Can’t help but wonder if Aly’s reading me on my-diary. I start to think that it must only be natural for her to be as curious as I am about her, despite feeling more confident that I wouldn’t play kiss and make up with her, should guilt ever rear up and bite her in the ass, but then I doubt it. If she didn’t care about me enough to remain friends, why would she care about what’s going on in my life?

I still find it a bit odd that she never mentions me. Or the blood cancer she supposedly has. It’s just political, weather and food tweets with an occasional cry for help. Sometimes she’ll say she’s busy but doesn’t always say what she’s doing. I’m guessing she’s still nannying and living with the Muslim mother and daughter(s).

I need to work harder at not giving a shit about those that don’t give a shit about me. I really do. It isn’t that I “give a shit,” actually. Just curious.

I have a feeling Tammy’s going to mention Lisa’s birthday on the 20th either in a message or on her timeline to see if it’ll generate a response from me. It won’t, though.