Got another debit card (just for me) to use for Yupp since they took away the PayPal payout option, and I don’t want to trust them with my main account.

Tom saw his cataract doctor, and all looks good. And now I'm on my way for a regular eye exam. I'm not quite as awake as yesterday, but not too bad. A few chipmunks woke me up. I've noticed a pattern, though. I get gradually better and gradually worse, and back and forth. Therefore, I'm expecting to be exhausted tomorrow.

Now for my shocking news. I found a sleep dentist close by who takes my insurance! It's only a 75% discount and will still be expensive, but should hopefully eliminate the chipmunks, and then whatever's cursing my sleep can do something else. I go for an evaluation at the end of the month.

I set up a writing portfolio just for fun on Penana and have been having fun designing some of my book covers, while others are from royalty-free sites like Pexels. However, I had to unlist my stuff because every single fucking day I was getting spam comments, and there's no way to opt out of getting comments while still sharing your stuff. I've gotten no support from Penana either, so they obviously don't want to hear it and don't plan to change anything.

When all my books have been re-edited and uploaded, I'll relist, then share the link, and probably unlist them again at some point later on.

Found an app I like called WinWalk that pays you to walk. Without doing their bonus tasks, it would take 160 days to get enough coins for a $10 Amazon card, but that's okay because I still use my glider nearly every day.

As I was falling asleep, I was thinking of asking Melanie her opinion on why our dead loved ones don't make a point of contacting us in obvious ways if we truly do go on—and then all these dead people showed up in my dreams! My parents, Goldie & Al, Charlotte & Jim, and even a video of Aly I didn’t know existed.

I also had a dream that Andy somehow knew Tom's email address and was messaging him in hopes of his convincing me to respond. In one email, he said he thought he might show up at my place crying on Thursday. I was irritated with Tom for not forwarding me the messages. 

In RL, I don't look in on him too often, as I know I'm going to see the same old immature celebrity obsession as if they aren’t just people too, but I did check earlier in case it was a sign that something was wrong. However, there haven't been any recent updates since I last checked.

An hour later…

On the way back from the eye exam now. I liked the place, the assistants, and the doctor, but not the unattended, annoying brats. Stupid mother was more interested in taking selfies of herself in different frames than watching them. Then she interrupts the woman helping me to ask if a certain pair looked good on her.

Anyway, my optic nerve looks good. I warned them I'd have a high OC reading, but I don’t have glaucoma. It was at 26 and 28. The doctor said it's common for him to send people to a specialist for high readings that turn out to be due to thick corneas, as in my case. My reading range hasn't changed much, but my distance has. I'm a little less farsighted. Picked out a pinkish frame for reading and a purple one for distance. When we get home, we'll order new VR lenses.

One of my snot sprays has given me post-nasal drip in one nostril, so I'm backing off on them for a while.

I wanted to stop for burgers and fries rather than have to cook when we got back, but we didn't have enough range. I am so sick of this fucking car limiting us! Yes, it's better than a gas car for many reasons, but I get tired of the restrictions it puts on us.