Exercise in Frustration.

Doing IT from 9000 km away is a quick way to destroy your disposition and mental health.

I haven't seen duckie in day. I think he's hiding from me. No, I've probably just passed out too early. I'm feeling better today. Thursday I had a very sore and stiff neck, ear and headache issues. Yes, it's the evil left ear again. I think kitty must run her tongue down my ear while I sleep.

I've had a few weird dreams. I had been on a field trip of sorts. I looked at my watch and saw it was too early to go home but really too late to return to school. I asked this other student, Peter, what he thought and the bus scheduling. Long story short, the appropriate bus wouldn't be coming for a couple hours. I remember fumbling with my cranky cell phone. I was going to call Mother to pick me up and asked Peter if he'd like a ride home rather than wait hours since, in the dream, he lived only several blocks away. I knew Mother was at Brother's place but couldn't remember the phone numbers. I also remember having to stuff things back into my pack. Anyway, it's weird.

Obviously Mother's deceased, the car I imagined she'd be picking me up in was the early 1970s station wagon I've mentioned before. It was resold about 20 years ago. Peter, well, I don't even really know where he lived and I'm fairly sure I didn't see him after primary school. I certainly don't know why he, of all people, appeared in my dream except as a stand-in for someone of like name or appearance.

The other weird dream I had involved clothing. I was picking out clothes to wear and Mother wasn't ... OK, there was yelling and because I'm nosey I went outside to my porch. I couldn't see but did hear some things. I threw on some clothes, took the misdelivered package and strolled north on a walk around the complex. Someone left their garage door up but there were two autos part inside so I moved along and headed around the backside of the community center. I did find the noise. It's 2am, tis not the usual time to frolic in the pool and yet that's where the loud voices were.

Coming around to the complex entrance I dropped off the package that belongs in the sister complex and followed the path around to the pool. Suddenly there was hushed voices with one of the women telling a guy to be quiet. I just kept walking and pretended not to see or hear them. Returning to the apartment, I picked out a few things from the deep freeze and returned up stairs. My walk seemed to have served its purpose, it's quiet once again. How no one nearer the pool called in a noise complaint I don't know. It isn't as if I'm immediately adjacent. Anyway, I just heard a couple walk by.

I stumbled outside to notice our rent-a-cop drive in and make an early U-Turn with another couple from the pool right in front of him. I could see him down in the car and imagine he's well over 300 lbs. Why ruin a good night by getting out of the car?

Anyway, they were a young attractive couple. I half suspect they belong to the apartment with the open garage door. I wonder if they climbed into the pool area because when I tried one morning to deposit my rent check, the second lock had been secured and so I couldn't get into the area without resorting to gymnastics.

OK, curiosity got to me and I went back to the pool to see if the gate had been double-locked. It was. No Dr. Pepper for me tonight. On my way back I noticed there was bark on the sidewalk in one spot. A look at the ground showed at least one large indentation as if a heal sunk in. It seems like a good place to exit because you won't land in plants. Walking on, I noticed sandal prints on the high voltage box which is more than half as high as the fence. That's not a bad way to enter. And, just for final giggles I looked and, sure enough, the open garage was now closed.

Kitty is hiding in the bedroom behind her chair. I'm going to have some pasta and loiter around the internet. The pasta cooked badly--that fits the day I've had.

TV and Emotions

ZabaSearch uses sampling to predict Idol results. It shows the same conclusion as DialIdol: Blake and Jordin safe. Melinda and LaKisha on the bubble. Both sites think LaKisha got the lowest vote totals.

We'll see what happens.

"The Hollywood Reporter" says "Veronica Mars" is "closer" to coming back after a favorable viewing of a proposal trailer for a season 4 which jumps ahead a few years and has the title character with the FBI. Would it stay in the fictional Neptune, CA? Would any of the supporting characters besides daddy Keith Mars be likely to return to the show?

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I had a dream last night. I remember commented the kids playroom should have an extra window installed on the north wall. Father opted not to do a window there because he planned to put in a fireplace or something. In the dream Brother agreed and whined about cost. Kitty and a spider were hanging out in the northwest corner. Mother was in the kitchen. We were going somewhere and I hadn't slept much. She chastised me for not sleeping more and I said it wasn't as if anyone could tell the difference between me as fully rested and sleep deprived. For unknown reasons I decided to put on two pair of white underwear, boxers over briefs in the dream.

I think Duckie's conspiring with kitty to give me opaque and pedestrian dreams. Kitty is not spiteful enough to act alone. :D

I could use a nap. Or breakfast. One of those two will happen (the nap). Kitty is meowing oddly. I will investigate. OK, I'm not sure what that was about. She's napped all day on my bed. It's another hot day. So much for the break in the weather. I so love local forecasters. Mail was only a solicitation for canned goods from the post office. I made pasta and am finishing off my cranberry juice.

Three hours until Idol's result is official. Today my brain keeps swapping the name Clay in for Blake when I'm talking to Self or kitty about the show. I'm probably fighting with myself over embracing any significant level of emotional investment in Idol. Back with season 3, Mother and I voted heavily for Clay. After his controversial loss, we barely voted the following two seasons. Neither really care who won. Maybe my interest in Blake's Idol success is a good and healthy thing. Maybe it suggests a kind of emotional healing. Ugh. Makes me ill to think I might start to care again. I'm such a sucker. Ok, time for me to be avoidant.

The pasta isn't too bad. I'll have to buy more.

I put the ceiling fan on in this room.