Seven more days and I can see the results of my CBEST test. It would really be a shame to my ego if I didn't pass it. I guess it wouldn't be THAT bad since I'm not even 1/4 of the way to completing my B.A. Ahh... hoops.
Last weekend, Randy & I drove up to Seattle. It was a quick visit. I wish it didn't have to be that way. I blame this shitty system of living we've developed, one where money and capitalism takes precedence over a person's life. Where are our priorities?
There's a spider above head. I happened to glance up on the darkness and can see the darker spot on the ceiling than is normal. Maybe I'll type faster now.
In my head I can't stop thinking about Grandma Jean, my mother, Marthalee, Randy, Nathan, D.R., Randy C, Chuck, Art, my brothers and sister. There are books I have not written, classes still waiting to be taken. There are children that I want to raise. There are roads not fully travelled and roads not even trod upon. I worry. I feel myself out of touch; almost like I've lost my way but yet I haven't. I'm still sensitive to more than anyone will ever know, dramatic, maybe even a little disappointed by choosing to grow a little older.
I keep thinking that time will sort me out, but I think I worry because I already know the answer.
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