A new horizon, a replacement, and a questionable word

There is something new on my horizon-it is a new journal. My previous journal is now completely filled-and if youv'e been a long time reader of my blog, you know I really mean COMPLETELY, as I waste no paper leaving spaces to denote a new entry, but rather I simply change ink color. The beloved "old" and now obsolete journal was given to me by a very thoughtful friend. Each page has a little dog in the corner, and the cover features a red-headed woman sitting at a sidewalk café with her little dog. It could almost be me except that the red hair is on the wrong head. The new journal was also a gift-from me to me. It has a thick plastic cover which is a beatiful replica of a clear blue sky with some beautiful cumulous clouds.
As I was attempting to fall asleep last night, surrounded by my housemates (Mr.M to the left and Rufus the little red dog to the right), I thought about my new journal. I also thought about how I was slowly being squeezed into an ever smaller sleeping space. My guys were squeezing me out! I was squoze. I experienced a squeezing, and now I have been squozen.

. . . Jokers to the left of me, clowns to the right . . .