So frustrated with the burning and itching of my crotch. No, I’m pissed. Pissed that I spent all that time and money seeing the doctor and treating myself all for nothing. So now what? When are any of these doctors actually going to help me?

It’s only been a week since my hair was cut and I swear it’s already growing. Tom noticed it too. I still think she took more like 8-9 inches off, though, and not 6-7.

The two books I have for sale on Amazon have been temporarily unpublished. I plan to edit those books along with several others and then come back a lot better than before. Still don’t expect to make much money at it, but I think it will be fun. Especially now that they’ve made preparation and submission a lot easier.

I didn’t realize just how many stories I’ve written over the years until I started running them through Grammarly. I thought I had hundreds of pages when in fact I really have thousands between all my books. I now have nearly 40 stories and that doesn’t count those I dumped. I can’t even remember all of them without looking up the synopsis. It was funny because someone asked me the other day why a certain character in one of my books didn’t tell another character something, and I was like, good question. Your guess is as good as mine. I wrote the story back in 2004 so I had no idea what they were talking about because I simply couldn’t remember.

It was cool to give some stories a test run on Prosebox and a few other places so I could see what people liked. Sometimes I was surprised and other times they liked what I figured they would like.

Anyway, we both slept most of the day. I woke up with a headache bad enough to have to take ibuprofen, which is a little strange because I rarely get headaches.

I went out running by myself last night and then with Tom a short while ago. Both nights I saw skunks hanging at the edge of the park.

At 7:18 AM yesterday morning I could hear the faint sounds of hammering. Even though it was barely audible since it wasn’t close, I can’t help but wonder what the world is coming to when you hear hammering that early even in an adult community. It could have been coming from over the wall but I think it was most likely coming from the center of the park.

Last night I dreamed we moved into Lori and Lisa’s old house of all houses back east. They had a three-bedroom house with a long hallway in the middle of it which I was walking down in the dream and admiring the updated carpet. In the middle of the hallway, I nearly stepped on a mostly smoked Winston cigarette that was still smoldering. I was home alone at the time and since I didn’t allow smoking in the house I knew someone had broken in. I looked at the bedroom in front and noticed its door was closed. Figuring the intruder was probably inside that room, I took off running out the back door which seemed to be in a different location than I remember it to be for real. It was also a regular door in the dream instead of a slider. Instead of the backyard being the backyard I was now on a flooded dirt road. On my way out I slipped into flip-flops even though I had socks on and would’ve preferred sneakers, but the sneakers would’ve taken a few extra seconds to jump into, so that’s why I opted for the flip-flops. They came off my feet almost immediately as I tried to run through the water that was rushing down the road and easily covered my ankles.

In another dream, Tom and I were in a hotel. Some guy was in the room with us and we were all pissed because they got confused at the front desk and assigned us to the same room. While we were waiting to get the situation straightened out, I offered the guy a coloring book to keep him occupied and calm in the meantime. He didn’t seem interested in coloring any of the generic nature and animal pictures.

“I know what you really want to color,” I said, rising from the side of the bed and going to fetch a coloring book featuring sexy women. But before I could retrieve the book, the manager came to the room.