I could not wake up to day. My body wouldn't listen to me. I'm so tired already :( My tutoring thing is at 3pm, so I have to get ready soon. I'm also upset that I missed my appointment with Dr. Shakir. Another $150 down the drain!!

This morning's dream involved Pecha. I was so happy to see him again even though I knew it was a dream. I was afraid he was going to go away again and wanted to make sure I spent all my time with him. Kathy and Howard wanted to play with him too, but they were too rough with him and wouldn't listen to me when I told them not to do that. They thought he was having fun. I got so enraged that I told them both to get the HELL OUT of my house. When they started to protest, I yelled at them to get the FUCK OUT. The scary thing is I was ready to resort to violence if they were not going to leave. My need to "protect" Pecha was great. Of course they were not happy with my behavior and were mad at me. They left anyway. I didn't care what they thought, I was not going to lose Pecha again. Some time in the dream though Pecha became Fishbone and Fishbone kept wigglingout of my hands whenever I tried to hold her to pet her. She was Fishbone and Pecha at the same time (this wouldn't make sense if this wasn't a dream, but hey, it was). There were other parts to this dream that I don't remember except fuzzily(?)--a gray cat that wandered around the house was involved... When I woke up I intensely missed Pecha and felt residual feelings of rage at people who are mean to animals.

...I'm starting to feel a little better now. Must be the carrot juice and the caffeine in the coffee I just had. Fishbone was rather docile this morning. She got excited at the yogurt drop, of course, but otherwise just seemed to be wanting to be pet. The hermit crab found the fresh food I put in last night. My fish are as usual. I can't tell how the frogs are doing though. Are they getting enough food?

I finished tutoring and then I cleaned my room a little while I let Fishbone out. She's such a stubborn, naughty bunny. She's great. This journal thing is rather addictive. My mind is blank--well, actually I'm thinking about my homepage design somewhat--and yet I feel like I should enter something in the journal. Nothing profound will come of this...

I wonder what kind of a bum I usually look like to those around me. Today, I changed into a dark lavendar top with 3/4 sleeves and my swishy-sound-making black pants. What happens? My Mom, Aiko, Seri, and Chudo all look at me at different times and individually ask me if I'm going somewhere special on a date or to a job interview.

I'm on my second cup of coffee for the day. It's almost 9pm. Will Brian call me before he leaves the library? Should I call him there before he leaves? Voyager starts at nine today (if I want to see the new episode). I'm kind of not too into it these last couple of weeks. I was pretty good about watching it for a couple months before that, so I think I've caught most of the episodes so far through the reruns. I know that the episode with the nose huffing alien is called "Counter Point." I'll probably end up buying that episode.

Time is running out to decide whether I'm going to call Brian before 9pm. I guess I will to see if he'll stop by--depends on if he's not too tired. We shall see.

I just got off the phone with Brian. Before I could ask if he wanted to come over, he asked if I was getting food with him. I said I would. No Voyager for me tonight. That's okay though. Now I can give him Pepper's food and chew toys (pieces of wood).