Well, it's happened again. I dreamed about my old home in Missouri again. The dreams are hitting me maybe once or twice a week now. I know why I dream these dreams. I just wish it would stop. I don't know how to make them stop other than to find a new home and I don't see that happening in the near future. Being forever broke is driving me even nuttier than I already am and the dreams are just kind of pushing me to the edge. Combine that with having been so sick and you can see just what sort of lunatic we are dealing with. "We" meaning you people. Anybody who might be reading this. I have this friend in Scotland, Jim, and he thinks I just need some tlc with all that I've been through in the past year. He might be right, but I have no tlc giver. I only have a few friends left at this point. Those are the ones who aren't doing meth or shooting crack or anything else like that. Most of my friends aren't even in this state at this point and the one who is works 6 days a week. I actually wouldn't mind going out on a date at this point. Weird, eh? Not that I'm needing a relationship, but a date would be nice. At least I might get some hugs and kisses out of the deal. It's weird. I'm the kind of person that visits you in the hospital or calls if you are sick. Do any of my friends do that for me? No. The only one who ever did is an oxy-junkie now and I can't stand to see him. Makes me want to puke to see how horrible he looks. The sad part is I stayed his friend and gave him positive feedback when he was in withdrawals. Nobody else did. And then he ended up taking some of my money and going right back to them. I don't get it.