December 09, 2002 | 10:56 AM

Whoah-as me!

My monitor broke. It won�t turn on. This happened before and I was able to fix it by violently shaking it (I�m not sure why doing so occurred to me as a possible solution, or why said solution actually worked).

Yesterday I tried this method again and didn�t have any luck with it. Not only did violently shaking the monitor not work, I slipped and cracked the monitor against my bedroom window so now there is a pretty spider web design in the glass.

It�s a never-ending laugh riot at la maison de Anna, I tell ya.

Also, I lost my voice, which is quite frustrating.

Jessie gave me a bookshelf yesterday and that makes up for a great deal of my irritation.

Last night I had the most awful dream I�ve ever had in my life entire. I woke up screaming.

In the dream I got a telephone call from someone (don�t remember who) telling me that when I was 12 years old, my father hadn�t died�he had just had a stroke and gotten amnesia (in real life he had a heart attack.)

His mother had taken him back to her home in Vanhornesville and told my family that he had died. She wanted to hide him away and keep him all to herself.

I was elated and asked the person who called when I would have a chance to see my father. There was a pause and the person told me,

Well that�s the problem. He died yesterday.

And when I was told this, I could feel my heart break.

A bunch of other stuff happened in the dream, but that was the gist of it.

I wonder why I�ve been having so many nightmares lately? Jonee said it seems like I have a lot of old hurt I�m not letting go of. I wonder why I�m not.

Anyway...