Over the past week or so, I've been having some rather intense dreams about getting married. Sometimes they're jumbled-up dreams, sometimes they're crystal clear. Sometimes they're someone else's wedding, sometimes they're my own. A couple nights ago I dreamt I got hitched to one of the neighbor chicks who used to have a big ol' crush on me (she's married with two kids now). LAST night I dreamed I was getting married to -- drum roll, please -- Janet. She had her hair cut really short for some reason, though.

Maybe someone's trying to tell me something?

I guess I'm going to have to ask Kathy what's going on with Janet the next time I see her. This whole mess has gotten to the point of ridiculousness. Actually, it passed the point of ridiculousness about a decade ago. Something like this could only happen to me...

I can only hope that Mr. Fulton has a long, miserable, tortured life ahead of him for what he's done. He's certainly earned it.

I am completely lost as to how to proceed with THAT situation. It is the most drawn-out, bewildering, heartbreaking thing that I have ever been through in my life. Would you believe that it's been nearly 18 YEARS since I first met her?! Combine all of that with all of the bizarre, unexplainable things that have happened, and... what is a person to do?

*sigh*