Two more days left for carpooling with my Dad 
I'm going to miss it. He's been offered an excellent opportunity considerably closer to home so he's taking it. Plus he gets a slammin' demo. 
I can't disclose more details as of yet because this info may fall in to the wrong hands and I really don't want to jeopardize Dad. 
Either way, as of right now I'm staying on at Bound Brook till at least the end of the semester, at which time, I'll find a lifeguarding job and really begin training for the NY State Trooper physical agility requirements. 
My trainer is going to break me. I know it! I'm a cream puff. 
I'm still not sleeping very well even though I'm back in my bedroom
I don't know why this is...grr. I've been having these insanely vivid dreams...like last night, I dreamt that my Mom was diagnosed with terminal cancer, Michael got hurt on the job, my Dad was in a car accident and my Aunt Diane was a hostage in some corporate standoff...and of course, this all happened (in the dream) in pretty much the same day. I was my normal self, going to school and work and keeping my head like I always always always do, and then one huge thing at work went wrong and I went OFF. 
We're talking reddish-purple-screaming-crying-vein-popping-out-of-my-forehead-head-spinning-body-shaking-nervous-breakdown. I woke up from the dream in this cold sweat and I was crying! This has NEVER happend to me before. 
Usually when I have nightmares, they're about 9-11 related stuff and I wake up gasping for air and screaming. This definitely weirded me out more so than any of the WTC nightmares had. Maybe it was because I ate dinner late...but damn.
Tomorrow's Thursday, which means the next day is Friday and that means pay day 
I *heart* pay day.
See you SGNYers on Saturday for the usual drunken debauchery...the Michael will be in tow
I'm going to miss it. He's been offered an excellent opportunity considerably closer to home so he's taking it. Plus he gets a slammin' demo. I can't disclose more details as of yet because this info may fall in to the wrong hands and I really don't want to jeopardize Dad. Either way, as of right now I'm staying on at Bound Brook till at least the end of the semester, at which time, I'll find a lifeguarding job and really begin training for the NY State Trooper physical agility requirements. My trainer is going to break me. I know it! I'm a cream puff.
I'm still not sleeping very well even though I'm back in my bedroom
I don't know why this is...grr. I've been having these insanely vivid dreams...like last night, I dreamt that my Mom was diagnosed with terminal cancer, Michael got hurt on the job, my Dad was in a car accident and my Aunt Diane was a hostage in some corporate standoff...and of course, this all happened (in the dream) in pretty much the same day. I was my normal self, going to school and work and keeping my head like I always always always do, and then one huge thing at work went wrong and I went OFF. We're talking reddish-purple-screaming-crying-vein-popping-out-of-my-forehead-head-spinning-body-shaking-nervous-breakdown. I woke up from the dream in this cold sweat and I was crying! This has NEVER happend to me before. Usually when I have nightmares, they're about 9-11 related stuff and I wake up gasping for air and screaming. This definitely weirded me out more so than any of the WTC nightmares had. Maybe it was because I ate dinner late...but damn.
Tomorrow's Thursday, which means the next day is Friday and that means pay day
I *heart* pay day.
See you SGNYers on Saturday for the usual drunken debauchery...the Michael will be in tow
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See you Saturday! What time are you planning on showing up?