It ain't all sunshine and roses, but it's better. I had horrible dreams about my son dying last night. Thankfully they didn't come true...funny thing is, I usually don't have dreams about everyday things and people..they are usually what Rea and I dub "crack dreams." I don't like the reality based ones. But today I picked him up from school and not only was he fine, but he was in a good mood. He had drawn some really great pictures last night..I mean really good.

It's early, but damn it's late. Today has been long and sucky. I"ve been sick for the last three days and I feel like someone has taken all of my energy and thrown it into the pits of hell. I could go to a friend's birthday celebration at Enoch's tonight (the local Irish pub), I could go over to Candi's and watch a movie, I could play my guitar, however; what I'm actually going to do is put on my pj's and watch must see tv...a wonderful self-indulgent and mindless activity...just what I need.

I went with Rea today to get her books for college and it brought back so many memories. Bad, bad memories. Why do I long to go back to that place every day? The plan is to begin again in the spring. Start on my masters. Huh.

Can I just say that I hate my job? There should be a club somewhere I can join..oh ..wait..there is......unemployment. This 4am thing is really getting to me. I think I'm losing it. I can't even keep track of what day it is anymore.

Enough whining. I'll post again when I feel human.