Eeeew! My cousin Cynthia sent me this. I believe it’s a makeup lesson for something called Eye Talk. It gives you a crease in your eye.

I don’t know if it’s real but eewwww. Eye stuff freaks me out. It’s yucky. Like in Ace Ventura where Jim Carrey pushes his eye. Aaaw…gross! Just thinking about it makes my face scrunch up in disgust.

Alan’s in Vegas at some paintball thing. I miss him terribly. Especially at night.

Last night I had a dream. Well actually a nightmare. I dreamt that someone was trying to get into the house. I walked into the living room and the window was open and there was this person standing out in the dark night prying open the screen in front of the window. I could see him through the open slats of the blinds. I looked at him and he looked at me and continued to slowly and methodically to pull at the screen. It was unnatural. It was freaky. Then as the way it goes in dreams I had jumped forward in time and missed what had happened to the strange person. But I knew they had left. I don’t know why or how but they were gone. And I knew I had then closed the window. So I then headed towards the living room again. When I turned the corner I immediately looked at the window. The blinds were drawn up and the screen was gone completely. It was open to the night air. That meant someone was inside of the house. I think I woke up then. Actually for one of my nightmares it was very mild. Not that bad. Or so I thought when I woke up.

Well as night got closer the dream kept popping into my head. The day had been so hot that I had the air conditioning on. But as it got dark it cooled. I wanted to open the windows. But I couldn’t bring myself to open the living room window. I just felt uneasy. I hate that feeling. That feeling of being scared when you’re in your own house. I shook it off and finally opened the window. Usually, when it’s warm, I would sleep with it open. But not tonight. I had it open for maybe two minutes and then went back and closed it.

I’m just uneasy and restless. I don’t know what it is. Maybe it was the dream. Maybe it’s because an annoying alarm salesman came by on Friday and made me worry. Maybe it’s because it’s September 11th. Maybe it’s me missing Alan. I don’t know. Well at least hopefully Alan should be home tomorrow.