Multiple times a day I check Skype, disappointed to find I have no messages from Aly but hoping to at least see those three dots start dancing, alerting me that a message is on the way. Hasn’t happened yet, though, and this definitely isn’t like her. I guess I’m really not psychic anymore because I had a vague dream about receiving messages from her but there’s nothing. Tom believes I’ll hear from her by Monday. I hope so! I mean, people don’t usually up and die just like that, do they? Can they really go from stage two to death that fast?

I wish to hell Cam could update me but if he doesn’t exist, then he couldn’t exactly do that, could he? Really, I don’t care if Cam isn’t real. I don’t care if she tells me 100 lies a day. I don’t care if she lives with her parents for the rest of their lives. I don’t care if she’s a wanted fugitive on the FBI’s most-wanted list. I don’t care if she’s really some Iranian chick who only used a picture of what I knew to be Aly. I just want to hear from her!

Other than wanting to get out of here and being worried about Aly, I’m remaining calm and I still haven’t skipped my med even though I’ve considered it many times. So this once again suggests it’s not the medication. I would definitely rather it be hormones, sugar, and booze because my hormones won’t be changing forever, and I can lay off the booze and sugar.

Thinking about Nancy inheriting Bob and Virginia’s house, it’s a reminder of just how wimpy my own inheritance was. I know it’s pointless to compare but that house sure is worth a hell of a lot more than 12K!

Also, unless I die first and he lives more than two weeks afterward, Florida will be the first state in which I’ll always have been in a little longer than him, LOL.

He’s now checking out a place called Ormond. There’s an Ormond Beach and an Ormond by the Sea. It’s a bit far north but it’s on the Atlantic coast and I like it better than the Homosassa and Brooksville area. Seems white enough and affordable, though probably not nearly as warm as the Port Saint Lucie area.

We’re going to be contacting the realtor on Wednesday. The question is when to contact the termites with my final message. I know I don’t want to be in this house when I do it but do I wait a year so that anything she may send here doesn’t get forwarded? I thought of not waiting a year so that I could return anything she may send but then it would have a Florida postmark on it. I doubt she would be smart enough or observant enough to catch that but I’m not sure I want to take the chance. Besides, if she can’t forward anything to us then there’s less of a chance of Tom finding out about it. I worried at first about sending something from the same state but again, nothing I’m going to send is going to be even close to illegal anyway.