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It took me TWO hours to get home today! It’s an hour and a half there but two hours home. Traffic is to blame. Weather was a big contributer as well. It went from drizzling to pouring to pounding to bright and sunny. And now I am totally pooped. I haven’t worked out once this week! That must change this evening. I MUST go to the gym! And I really should force myself to go over the weekend to make up for my laziness.

I had crazy dreams last night. I dreamt I was late for Audra’s wedding… even though she got married two years ago! I was apparently traveling to the ceremony and I knew I should have left earlier but I didn’t and I couldn’t seem to drive fast enough. Plus I had to set my hair in rollers! And somehow my hands were greasy and they left this weird film on my hair! Horrible! Oh, and the dress I had to wear was bright blue with ugly appliqué flowers all over it. And then I found myself at Rosemont College. I was apparently going back to live and I needed to claim a dorm room. All the rooms had occupants so I asked an RA if it was possible for me to have my own room. The RA said they would only consider it if I was older than 28-years-old. I then said, “Older than 28? I am 32. No wait, I am 33. WAIT! I am 34 years old! HOW DID I GET SO OLD?!!” The jolt of that realization woke me up.

I think I need to take a nap. All that driving totally pooped me out.

It’s just a little after 5:00 and I am at home enjoying the beautiful springtime weather. I have the door open and I am hearing planes fly by, birds chirping and my psychotic neighbor ranting. She’s so seemingly normal in passing. I honestly would have no clue she was so frickin’ crazy if our houses weren’t so close together that I sometimes overhear her very weird one-sided conversations. But I did not open up WordPress to blog about Sandy. I wanted to record how happy I am with this new job that I don’t have such a painful commute and I can be outside and free at only a couple minutes after 5. It’s wonderful!

Have you ever met a person who gives you a bad feeling? It’s like you somehow know this person is rotten. Rotten through and through. There’s no evidence of any type other than this unsettling feeling in your gut? And if you have had this feeling, do you think the rotten person might be having the same feeling about you? But maybe in reverse? I mean, they are also getting a weird feeling but for them it’s like, “This person is good and I don’t like good!” Just curious.

PS My psychotic neighbor produces no unsettling feelings in my gut. I understand she had an illness when she was young where her brain swelled and afterward she was no longer “normal.” I feel she is a good person plagued by an unfortunate incident that left her with brain damage.

PPS My psychotic neighbor is now laughing in the most maniacal manner– it sounds like she’s possessed!