So finally broke the strange sleep cycle which tormented me this week. If I can just keep it up through the weekend I should be ok. I am now apartment hunting for the move and I've had WAY too much coffee today. LOL I am practically vibrating at my desk and boy does that sound wrong. Think I have as much of the school stuff done as I can do. Well think I still need to send the imunization shite in. Take care of that this weekend I guess. I'm gonna start pulling boxes apart and repacking them as well. Probably start packing books and non essential stuff soon too. Don't feel like deal with it like last time. Have to figure out how we are splitting the furniture and things we've purchased together with Jen also. Oh the fun.
I'm actually looking forward to the move. Albany holds nothing else for me anymore though I'm gonna miss people up here. Atleast I'll be close enough to visit at times. Unlike Cape and the other billion places I've lived before. Good thing I kept ties in NE to a minimum, I seldom go back there.
I had a strange and fairly disturbing dream about my father last night. He was dying and I had gone to see him. I do believe it is time I track him down. The last time I had these weird thoughts my grandmother died within 6 months and I never got to say goodbye. Funny she was the only one of my bioligical family from that side I really liked. Or atleast had a chance to like. I actually know almost none of my bioligical family. I haven't even met or heard about anyone from my mom's side. They didn't get along and so I've never met them. And I've met people on my fathers side but we were never close. Only my grandmother did I really like. Never met either grandfather. It is kinda strange since most of my friends have atleast known their parents if not been fairly close. I have two uncles. One I've nevermet (mothers side) and one who I loved when a child and then hated as I grew older (father's side). One aunt who I don't like all the much or didn't when I was a kid (father's side). A billion cousins most I've never known (father's side) who knows what is on my mothers side. It's all very weird honestly. Weird to hear people talk about their families. Big or small all very weird. I don't mention it to my mom, she gets weird about it sometimes as if I'm insulting her, as if I'm saying she's not enough. Considering our relationship I don't know if I'm not or what I'm saying when I ask. Our relationship has always been so strange. I doubt it will ever not be. She has a habit of not listening to what I am saying. I think it is because we don't live near each other. She has problems believing I'm not the same exact person I was when I was younger. Oh well it'll all work out. I'm not too worried about it things are better with her. Strange what qualifies as better.
So I need to ask her for my cousins phone number again and brave talking with them so that I can find out if they ever tracked my father down. I can't let this go I think. I would hate for my father to die before I got to talk to him again. If only for the memories I have from being a kid. He was a good friend then. I needed a father but he was what he could be and he gave me what he could. He shouldn't have ever had a kid but I remember lots of good times from when I was a small child and lots of bad times from when I was older. I'd like to think he might be proud of me now. Not that I'm great or anything and I'm certainly not a very successful person but I'm not too horrible.
Anyhow enough mudlin thoughts while at work. It was a really disturbing dream though. I guess I've let this all sit for too long.
I'm actually looking forward to the move. Albany holds nothing else for me anymore though I'm gonna miss people up here. Atleast I'll be close enough to visit at times. Unlike Cape and the other billion places I've lived before. Good thing I kept ties in NE to a minimum, I seldom go back there.
I had a strange and fairly disturbing dream about my father last night. He was dying and I had gone to see him. I do believe it is time I track him down. The last time I had these weird thoughts my grandmother died within 6 months and I never got to say goodbye. Funny she was the only one of my bioligical family from that side I really liked. Or atleast had a chance to like. I actually know almost none of my bioligical family. I haven't even met or heard about anyone from my mom's side. They didn't get along and so I've never met them. And I've met people on my fathers side but we were never close. Only my grandmother did I really like. Never met either grandfather. It is kinda strange since most of my friends have atleast known their parents if not been fairly close. I have two uncles. One I've nevermet (mothers side) and one who I loved when a child and then hated as I grew older (father's side). One aunt who I don't like all the much or didn't when I was a kid (father's side). A billion cousins most I've never known (father's side) who knows what is on my mothers side. It's all very weird honestly. Weird to hear people talk about their families. Big or small all very weird. I don't mention it to my mom, she gets weird about it sometimes as if I'm insulting her, as if I'm saying she's not enough. Considering our relationship I don't know if I'm not or what I'm saying when I ask. Our relationship has always been so strange. I doubt it will ever not be. She has a habit of not listening to what I am saying. I think it is because we don't live near each other. She has problems believing I'm not the same exact person I was when I was younger. Oh well it'll all work out. I'm not too worried about it things are better with her. Strange what qualifies as better.
So I need to ask her for my cousins phone number again and brave talking with them so that I can find out if they ever tracked my father down. I can't let this go I think. I would hate for my father to die before I got to talk to him again. If only for the memories I have from being a kid. He was a good friend then. I needed a father but he was what he could be and he gave me what he could. He shouldn't have ever had a kid but I remember lots of good times from when I was a small child and lots of bad times from when I was older. I'd like to think he might be proud of me now. Not that I'm great or anything and I'm certainly not a very successful person but I'm not too horrible.
Anyhow enough mudlin thoughts while at work. It was a really disturbing dream though. I guess I've let this all sit for too long.