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There are officially 6 subbing days left for me. That's scary, to be honest. Part of me will love not having my phone ring for either school and not having to deal with obnoxious little snots for a while, but at the same time, bye-bye semi-reliable gravy train. I will be working some this summer, at that workshop I'm sure I've talked about before that I'm too lazy to look up at the moment. I just need 2 more students for my class, and if that goes to pot I can still be a TA. I'll be Mom C's TA for the first session. No work and no money make Ter something something...
... go crazy? Don't mind if I do... BLARRRRRRRRRRRRRRGH!
Sorry. It just sucks being broke all the time.
This has been a very low-key week. I'm crampy (TMI, sorry), which explains my moodiness on Monday (hit the back button if you're curious). I'm out of regular pain killers (Aleve, Advil, etc.) so I'm taking the ones MB was prescribed back in January when he woke us up at least a good hour before the alarms were due with bad neck pain. I know, I know, it's not a good idea to take someone else's meds blah blah blah, but they make me feel oh-so good and less like curling up in the fetal position whining for my mommy (who's in Florida at the moment... again*...).
I'm afraid that my Evil Cramps of Doom are back. When I was in high school they progressively went from mild discomfort to son of a bitch, just kill me now. It felt like I was re-enacting a scene from Alien or something, waiting for the little critter to come popping out of my abdomen. When I went on birth control it made everything all peachy, except for the wonky personality. If I didn't know I was on bc I'd swear I was bi-polar or manic-depressive. So I chose to go off the pill last year, despite MB's reservations. I got my personality back and now I'm starting to see that I'm getting the Evil Cramps of Doom again. At least, I hope I'm not. I'm hoping that it's just a side effect of my cycle being wonky the last couple months (stress will do that).
Now that I've told far more than anyone needed to know, let's move on eh?
* I mentioned that my parents are in Florida again. They bought another house and went down for closing. For those playing along at home, that's 3 houses and 2 cars in 4 years. Insane. I have no idea where all this money's coming from, they've routinely played the cheapskate card for as long as I can remember. Hell, Dad was adamant about not paying a penny more over 10k for a "new" car for me when I got my lemon. It's not really a lemon, but when you've been entertaining thoughts of Nissan and Toyota and end up with a Pontiac, it makes you want to cry a little. My car's the unwanted step-child in my life, which is why I wasn't upset when I was rear ended last week. Set the damn thing on fire for all I care, I want a different car.
Okay, here's where if that paragraph was turned in to me I'd start taking off points for losing track of the subject.
Anyway, the whole reason for babbling today is because MB and I are heading out to get fireworks tomorrow. I'm really excited about this! Anything explode-y is fine with me. We've been looking forward to this road trip since, oh, about October. Of course my mother's convinced we're going to lose our jobs and have rap sheets and such if we're caught since we're going out of state. Brother... is it any wonder I can be a paranoid mess sometimes?
Anxious for things that go boom,
Ter
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