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Last night was the first night I've had off work for a long time. I can't even remember my last night off, but I've made some REALLY good money.I just need to do that again this weekend so I can pay off some things and put some money in my accounts.. It's weird the way work is for me, in Boston there was a sense of life to and from work.. Here, it's like.. Wake up, take a quick bath, put on foundation, bronzer, blush, line eyes, put light shadow under dark shadow, mascara, lip gloss, put on clubwear, find jewelry and shoes.. I'm constantly thinking about work. Then I rush to work, and I change and the entire time, I keep reading this little list I made of things I need to buy, it keeps me energized. When I come home, the first thing I do is put my money away in my acordian folder.. I like this method a lot because it keeps me from spending money that I need to put towards other things. But anyway, I come home and my feet just hurt. My knees hurt and my arms hurt.. I eat for pratically the first time in the day and then I lay in bed, too much in pain to get up and do something, but too awake to fall asleep.. And I watch Moral Court and Texas Justice and Divorce Court.. But the strangest part is that I'm happy. I've been going out with Scott like everynight, well.. He wakes me up and then he lets me drive to work. I'm driven over 800 miles. I'm about to go get my liscense. (Very Exciting)
Anyway, I'm off today and I'm going to go workout. I slept last night from 9 to like 7 this morning and now I'm wide awake. I had this FREAKY nightmare which had something to do with a demonic, slave-hiding, Boston B&B where this old man that I was hanging out with was murdered, then his body disapeared and was burned in the basement with a Bible in his hand. They had a machine that sprayed liquid acid over him. The worst part was that I knew where he was, but the evil people told me if I told, I'd be the next sacrifice because they'd have to do it again. I figured that he was already dead anyway and they'd eventually find him, so what is the point of my turning him in?... But I had to watch his friends and family search and interview everyone and mourn and cry.. So I woke up and I ate pizza. I'm watching the news. I'm orange. I'm tired. I'm so excited for school, for other things.. But I have this heavy heavy feeling in me, that says something big is about to go wrong. I don't know if it was the nightmare, or it's just a feeling?
Anyway, I'm off today and I'm going to go workout. I slept last night from 9 to like 7 this morning and now I'm wide awake. I had this FREAKY nightmare which had something to do with a demonic, slave-hiding, Boston B&B where this old man that I was hanging out with was murdered, then his body disapeared and was burned in the basement with a Bible in his hand. They had a machine that sprayed liquid acid over him. The worst part was that I knew where he was, but the evil people told me if I told, I'd be the next sacrifice because they'd have to do it again. I figured that he was already dead anyway and they'd eventually find him, so what is the point of my turning him in?... But I had to watch his friends and family search and interview everyone and mourn and cry.. So I woke up and I ate pizza. I'm watching the news. I'm orange. I'm tired. I'm so excited for school, for other things.. But I have this heavy heavy feeling in me, that says something big is about to go wrong. I don't know if it was the nightmare, or it's just a feeling?