Fuck this
its 814. I've been up since 630 yesterday. I'm off to court to get yelled at.
according to Debz, the dirty hippie from texas, since I haven't slept, its still monday. Monday has been over 24 hours long. Monday sucks.
The Worst Thing
My dad once said, “the worst thing my friends at work did to me was vote me union vice president.” This when my dad was a teacher at Proviso. I now fully understand those sentiments. I have been in union negotiations since 10am. All I have done is worry about the court date that has been scheduled for tomorrow at 9:00 am to discuss a client that I gave permission to go to Tennessee. The Judge is not happy with me making a decision, which I can make, and she wants to discuss it.
I am nervous. I hate being nervous. I know that there is nothing I can do, and I didn't do anything that egregious, but i am still worried. This is something I need to deal with, but I can't deal with it until tomorrow.
My Last Meal
...Was A cup of coffee from Dunkin' Donuts and Blueberry Muffin. In 2 short hours, I'm going to get a series of injections and then an oral surgeon is going to remove an impacted wisdom tooth.
I'm not a fan of pain, nor am I a fan of disfiguring swelling caused by surgery. But I prefer this temporary pain and swelling to the constant dull throbbing I have right now; also, I am looking forward to being able to chew without feeling sharp, stabbing pains in my head.
on the plus side, I'll have pain killers.
I think all this nervous energy is turning into dreams. Weird dreams. I dreamt about my ex; where in I was with her, in my old house in countryside, trying to convince her to come back with me. Then I remembered, “Oh, wait, you're a horribly mean and selfish person. The only reason why I want you around is because i'm going to have my wisdom teeth pulled, and I'd like to be pampered a bit.” Then I walked out the door and was back in my condo.
The Weird part was her sister was there, doing laundry.
I'll think about putting up another entry when I'm doped up.
Sorting Tags: Coffee, Dreams, Worries
On My Family
I don't work on June 9. The most I will do is clean. I need to take care of myself on the days where I miss my dad, so I turned to a “ritual.” Any of my friends who can make it come to Emilio's, my dad's favorite restaurant, and we swap stories, drink and over-eat. Throw in a bit of politics and sports, and you have an event worthy of Pat Gleason. To top it all off, only Gleason's can pay for it. My dad was the champ at snagging bills.
On the 9th, I get all the right phone calls, “we're thinking of you,” but the kicker is sunday, the 11. My family, in order to address the loss of my dad, has prepared a meal in honor of my dad: Jerk Pork, Red Beans and Rice and probably some giant dessert. I will be bringing Red Stripe Beer.
This is how my family copes with things: We gather together, eat, and tell stories.
Welcome to Lollapalooza's Last Band Standing
Welcome to Lollapalooza's Last Band Standing:
A little shameless, family promotion: Vote for my cousin's band, the Back Alley Skanks. Most of them are suburban kids, but a few are St. Ignatius alumni.
