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Monday
Mar212005

Coffee, or bust.

It’s not as cold here as I believed it would be. I haven’t had to buy long underwear yet. It’s actually no colder here than it is at home. I’m alone today, The Dad had to go to a job—he’s fixing some fire damage at the local crematorium. He calls it “my final bed.” As in “I’m going over to my final bed to rock on these walls for a while. I’ll be back this afternoon.” So I’m alone. I’ve been given keys to The Big Van, so I’ll be learning the streets of Billings in a few minutes. I spied a coffee stand down the street, I think I’ll subject myself to some bad coffee first. I wonder if it’s too much to hope that they have chai?

Had a nightmare last night. I woke up and went into the living room, and there was a card table set up, and my Uncle Larry was there, playing cards with Grandma Sylvia (my stepmother’s mom.) I asked Larry what he was doing, since it was 3 am, and why he didn’t go to bed. He said “I can’t go to bed, you’re sleeping in it.” and I really woke up. It was 4:34. I think my body was saying “Hey! You’re late for work!” and it gave me a nightmare to wake me up. Still, it was freaky. My Uncle Larry lived in this house alone until my Dad moved here, and then when Larry died, dad just assumed the house, cleared out all of Larry’s stuff, and gave it to Angela, and moved his stuff in from Uncle Billy’s basement. So I actually AM sleeping in his bed.

I can’t tell what time it is, because I set either the clock on the computer or the clock on my cell phone to Mountain time…but I can’t remember which. I think I must have set the phone, because it says 9:29 and the computer says 8:29. My body feels like it’s about 2 in the afternoon. This is the real reason I hate traveling. I feel disorientated. Like I’m in a part of town I just don’t recognize, and if I just get to the next intersection it will start to look familiar—except that it never does.

Grades posted, and I got another three “A”s. I guess that should make me happy, but it just makes me relieved. I think that’s kind of screwed up. Oh well. Time to go back to The Cave.

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