Winter sings the same song every time.
I think I’m spreading myself far too thin. Tomorrow is Bobby’s birthday and ideally I would be spending the day spoiling him rotten but instead I will be working in the morning and then leading a daring journey down to Providence in the snow storm, during which I will most likely die.
Happy birthday Robert!
We killed your girlfriend when we refused to cancel classes! She died a slow painful death when she became trapped in her tiny car on the highway!
Johnson & Wales University
Not what I had in mind.
I had a productive morning, did some laundry and started filing my taxes. The forms are almost all filled out, I have no idea if I did them correctly. This whole process is horribly confusing.
It seems that when my mom got sick (the first time, my freshman year) I began a dramatic process of shutting myself off from the world. I only interact with people from my safe zones-in the classroom and at work. Occasionally over dinner, food is safe. Andrew seems to have figured out the system of actually seeing me and he came to visit me at work, it was nice. I drank my coffee way too fast and after he left I started having a mild panic attack and sweating.
I told him about all my crazy become-a-hermit ideas and he told me
“That is the craziest dream I’ve ever heard”
I don’t think he understood that my dreams, like me, are very much a work in progress.
I met Susan the other night(that is a post that will take time to write), and I told him about the conversation, and all my inner dialogue.
He told me the world would be a much more interesting place if I spoke my mind all the time and I told him I have spent most of my life doing just that, and now I have very few friends.