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Surprisingly in a good mood today. I guess that usually happens naturally after I hit a deep low (for real it's like someone was spying on me and Lon and made a movie about it).

Nubs woke me up this morning by licking my eyeballs. I was having some weird dream: elementary school reunion, everyone still picking on Jenny Terwilliger (the pee girl, I saw her back in the late 90's and she turned out HOT), me not finding a seat on the school bus and having to stand, which KILLS my knees, knees been sore recently, and I woke up today with serious knee pain. The dream came from me thinking about my high school reunion coming up this summer. I got to thinking about that cuz two sisters I was close friends with in high school just had their dad die a couple weeks ago. Cuz of Janet seeing the obituary we're able to get in touch with these lost friends. Kind of onteresting circumstances. I didnt like their dad, he was a cop, and a redneck, plus I dont think ANY of my friends' fathers liked me (LOL Janet's dad called me a fat dirty hairball, but nothing compared to what Botch's dad called me ; ) ANYWAY) So Ive been thinking about my reunion, I had this plan in my head to show up and knock everybody's socks off. Every time I'd run into someone from high school that I didnt know too well it'd be cute popular boy admitting he wanted to ask me out but was intimidated cuz I was "anti-prep" or other cute smart boy who wanted to ask em out but he was the president of the young republicans club and knew I was only a member of that club to fuck with them and start arguments at meetings, or other people of money and influence who thought I I thought I'd be too cool to hang out with losers like they were. It's interesting finding out you were completely wrong about people. I mean I coulda gone columbine on those bitches back in the day, and it turns out most of them admired my individuality and secretly wished they had the balls to marker their hair five different colors in history class and hang out with the cool gay kid.... So I planned to go back there full-potential, just about to get my degree in adult ed and take that thirty-something-dollar an hour job in some inner city ghetto rec center in some cool very big place... and by the summer I woulda been in really good shape. Yeah I lost some muscle when I got my car and stopped riding my bike, but I woulda started riding again when it warmed up enough to. And I woulda gotten that Y membership with my tax refund to take guided pilates and to swim.... But now Im going to be preggo, like 7-8 mos preggo, and HUGE. And Im just gonna be starting school again and not be close to the $$ yet. But I'll still be cool.... And I'll still get to tell them they were only race car fuel away from being blown up at graduation. Course that's IF I get an invitation... I should wear a vest of fake dynamite to the reunion just to fuck with em. Fucken vote me Most Likely to be Seen on America's Most Wanted. "You were leading for best hair but then it caught on fire and you cut it all off." Bitches. All this high school reminiscing reminds me that I need to find a copy of my first comic book (all high school) to mail to pornoviolent, those are the best ones I think.

Anyway, I gotta work at 5pm and I dont know what the fuck to do with this energy until then, if it ebbs then Im screwed for work. Maybe slight caffeine, maybe go to workforce developement and practice the typing test (though mania = unfair advantage and skewed practice results). I need to see how much my paycheck was and hopefully get Nubs some ear mite medicine. I owe my mom at least $50 for groceries, and $100 on the car to her friend so whatever's left could go toward kitty meds, if there's any left. I think I got 20 hours or more last week, Ill have to check my calendar. OK I gotta do something.

Always remember to quit while you're ahead.

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