I'm tired today, and the gummies aren't saving me or perking me up. My stomach got gassy in my sleep again, then my arm fell asleep because I'm so fucking fat, and my sleep was a bit fraggy. I had trouble breathing at one point too, and was surprised to learn just now that a stuffy nose can be as common as a dry mouth with CPAPs. I didn't know this! Still hoping the oral mask will work out. The mouth spray is coming tomorrow.

I'm also getting another candle, not only to replace one that's about to be used up but to see what happens to the wick when placed on the warmer. This way, I'll know if I still need to designate candles for outages that have never been warmed. Ordered Warm Apple Pie. It's a Mainstays candle. I've had four Mainstays candles, and they've never let me down yet.

For my birthday, Tom got me the LED tooth whitening kit that I saw on Ambetter. So I've got that to look forward to, along with the popcorn variety pack and the candle lamp warmers, which should come tomorrow.

So Swell is shutting down. I don't know why, but I'm guessing it's monetary issues. I'll kind of miss it, but I feel worse for Todd than I do for me because he was into the app a lot more than I was. Guess I won't have to complain about those unwanted invites anymore. Even so, I'm going to do a search for us for the next best thing. I really like the idea of vocal journaling. The problem is that most of the apps I found are for dating or meeting people in person. Lots of videos too. I just want to find something where you can talk about whatever, whenever, and it doesn't have to be part of a group chat or involve meeting in person. I'm spoken for, and Todd likes being single, so why do we need to meet anyone?

Right now, Gemini can see the webpage I'm working on, but not Word documents. So instead of opening stories in Word, I opened some that I have online and told it to give me a list of names it finds in the stories, and it does a pretty good job. It doesn't find every single one, but it finds most of them. This way, I can have one huge character roster so I don't use the same names. As it is, I've got two Agent Fergusons, so I guess I'll change one of them in one of the stories, lol.

Tom is going to try Meta Plus. He says there's a big enough catalog now to make it worth checking out. I guess they shuffle around the games.

We're almost certainly going to change insurance plans for me. We'd really like a PPO, but they're too expensive. If they were more affordable, then I could get Galileo again, but I'm probably going to have to go with an HMO and have the hassle of starting over with a new PC, but this plan will have a bigger network of doctors.

Anyway, I may not have quite as much fatigue as I was having, but it's still bad enough, and I think it's a damn shame that people can't opt to be euthanized as well as animals when they're suffering. Especially if it's something that can't be cured. Some places in Europe let you do voluntary euthanization, but not in the US unless you're in a state with Death with Dignity and you're terminally ill. No place in the US gives a shit about those who suffer regularly but aren't terminally ill. I could consider starting or signing a petition, but I know all too good and well that politicians only give a shit about themselves, not the people.

Now for my weird news. Yesterday I again prayed to Tinkerbella, asking that if she's out there somehow and if she somehow goes on and can hear me, to please come to me in my dreams. Please give me a sign that she goes on and she's okay, etc. Well, I did see her in my dreams! I don't know if it counts, though, because I barely remember it and it was so vague. It was something about me showing someone a neat trick that she could perform.

Then a couple of weird things happened while I was awake, but there may very well be totally logical explanations for them, especially what I saw in the bathroom. I noticed a piece of her paper bedding on the bathroom mat. The place hasn't been vacuumed yet, and I could have very well tracked it in there, but what happened in the closet was definitely a little stranger.

The closet was our main hangout because the little devil loved to chew wires. Hey, she was a rodent. I'll have to ask one of my online besties for her opinion because she's a different kind of psychic than I am, but here goes.

I'm the most observant person I know. I rarely miss a thing. So when I stepped into the closet today to find a ribbon with a little flower attached to it lying on the floor, I was a little surprised. This was tied to my black ballerina doll’s wrist. So if it had fallen onto the shelf when I moved her off the shelf as I did quite a while ago, why didn't I notice it sitting on the shelf? The shelf is made of wire and is not solid. And what would have suddenly knocked it onto the floor?

I was in that area adding essential oil to the diffuser that's sitting in there, but if it fell to the floor when I was in there, why didn't I notice it then? I thought I had this pretty securely around the doll's wrist, too. Even so, I suppose it could have fallen onto one of the objects directly below the shelf, but again, for a pretty observant person, why didn't I notice or notice it falling to the floor?

I couldn't help but wonder if it was a sign from Tinkerbella, but I don't know. It may have had a perfectly reasonable explanation for all I know, but it definitely made me wonder. Enough to ask the expert on the ghosts of the dead about it!