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the end is near - October 14, 2004 � � |
weird dream & moving
March 15, 2003 - 12:08 am i had so much to write about today but it kind of was pushed back farther and farther as things became increasingly hectic. let's start with the dream. i'm just going to warn you right now that i have the weirdest dreams and i hold back nothing when telling my tales. i know i have a feeling that the house i was in, is familiar. like a house i spent part of my youth in. and no it wasn't this one, so it had to be the time when i stayed at my friend rob's for about a year. yeah, long story. so i'm in the bathroom and it's that dream-like darkness. there is comotion in another room and i am late. for school, work or fill-in-the-blank. i don't know if i was brushing my teeth but my front right tooth felt loose. and it was. so i pulled it ever so gently and it gave. it wasn't painful and there wasn't too much blood. i wrapped it up because i had the strangest idea they(the dentist) could put it back in. like say if you chop off your finger, you would put it in ice, then i baggie and off to the emergency ward. anyway these dreams of mine are too real. i had to check my tooth to see if it was still there. my teeth are bad enough right now, i don't need any falling out... most of the day was uneventful, i picked-up my paycheque and paid some outstanding bills. the b.o.m. sure knows how to harrass you. at 6:30 my brother who will from this point on be known as "kev", decides he wants to move some more of his stuff out. (he moved out of the house on mar. 1) big sigh! too long of a story to get into right now. so we talk, and it sounds like it's going to be simple. simple? no. of course not. "well i'm having a party tomorrow night and i need a couch more than i need bookcases" he took the bookcases and the couch. you know i don't mind helping him but i really don't need to walk into all of these surprises. and it went on like this after we got back to the house here. then he want to track down this table & chair set that's suppose to be in the basement. yeah, i'm whining. a lot. so that means i have to drive to toronto, stuff all this in the elevator and well you get the picture. i'm back in time to write this entry go to bed and get up to work for nine. it could have been worse: i could have cracked up the van on the way back. i was seriously waiting for the ball-joint to fall apart. maybe i shouldn't have been doing 140...so part II of the move is done. part III is next weekend. i'm going to miss it. i think. |
