Bluesky, anyone? It's WAY better than Twitter/X. No Musk. No unwanted notifs. No ads in the profile feed. No trending news if you'd rather not see it. No Grok, editing, or voice options either but it's still way better. Fuck X/Musk. My Swellcast will still get shared there but otherwise, I'm done with Musk man.

https://bsky.app/profile/jodilin65.bsky.social

I had a really weird experience. First, I had one of those classic dreams where I was wanted by the police, but I didn’t know why. I asked Tom if, given the "evidence," he thought they would come after me, and he said, “Yeah, sooner or later.”

The next dream was quite freaky. It involved Rhonda and me being held hostage by her and others working with her. I don’t know why or who they were killing, but they would kill people and dispose of the bodies somehow. Because I was a witness, they wouldn’t let me go. At one point in the dream, I was talking with Rhonda, studying her, and I thought to myself how you really never know people and what they’re capable of. I considered how petite she was and career-orientated and that I would never in a million years suspect her of being a cold-blooded murderer. I saw her stabbing a man to death in another part of the dream, and to appear compliant so I could gain her trust—and that of my other captors—I asked if they needed any help when I saw her and someone else crouched over the dead body. They said they would take care of it.

Then I woke up and made my online rounds as usual, checking various sites I frequent, one of them being Facebook. In the feed, there was a post from someone in the park group showing a forensics vehicle along with three or four cruisers parked outside the entrance of the park and just down the street. There was a place that had been a real eyesore for the longest time. I don’t know if it was some kind of junkyard or what, but it’s been slowly cleared out. I think the place in question was next to it. It was hard to see from the street because of all the vegetation, but you could tell it was quite dilapidated with junk strewn about. I guess the guy who lived there at one point was a shrimper. I don’t have the full report yet, but I’m getting the impression the place was empty. There was a recent stabbing in Port Richey, and someone first said it might have been connected to that, but now they’re saying there might have been a dead homeless woman in there. The timing of the dream and this incident is quite coincidental. I can’t wait to find out how she died once more information becomes available.

After nearly two weeks of being consistent, it’s definitely time to skip a dose again. It’s nice that my weight went back down (faster than I could lose it when I was young and healthy), but I’ve felt warm and wound up. I took half a clonazepam and it didn’t do much, but when I took another half, I felt better. The only problem was that it made me drowsy. So, I have to take enough to make me drowsy in order to take the edge off the anxiety, which sucks. If this were something I could take every day, it could really help conquer my fear of losing more weight because then I wouldn’t have to worry about the Levo as much. I can totally see how, if I ever made it to 150 lbs, I would have to drop back to 75. As it is, I’m right in the middle—88 is too much but 75 is not quite enough. I was really hoping I wouldn’t need to lose much more weight before feeling its effects and needing my dose decreased. I thought I would have to lose 25 or 30 lbs, yet every 5 lbs I lose means I won’t need as much thyroid.

Tom and I were talking about how it would not only be nice to have a bigger living room for the VR and a bigger kitchen for all our gadgets, but nowadays, you also need much bigger bathrooms! We could practically use a lot more counter space and drawers in there, too, because even bathroom supplies have expanded. Back in my twenties, when I was less needy and many gadgets hadn’t even been created yet, all I had in my bathroom was my toothbrush, shampoo, conditioner, deodorant, a small pouch of makeup, a few bottles of nail polish perfume, nail clippers, polish remover, and feminine supplies. But now, both bathrooms are chock-full of dozens and dozens of things that either didn’t exist back then or that I just didn’t need.

Even just my hair products have expanded. I used to have just a brush and a blow dryer—straightening irons hadn’t hit the scene yet, and I certainly didn’t need a curling iron. Now, instead of a handful of barely coated elastics, I have tons of scrunchies, headbands, clips, conditioners, a straightening brush, Turbie Twists, hair-cutting tools, and more.

My ‘80s kitchen had just a few dishes, cups, mugs, pots, silverware, a toaster, and a coffeemaker. Now, on top of that, I have a microwave, a Keurig machine, a couple of slow cookers, a toaster, an air fryer, a popcorn maker, an electric potato peeler, slicers, a steamer,  colanders, a large wok, a mixer, and tons of other things.