Disappointment

The job wasn't what I thought it would be. Well, not completely. It was walking around and listening to my iPod. That part was perfect. Carrying the heavy weight across one shoulder was annoying, but workable. However, I was expecting a part-time job, not a full-time one. What I could do for four hours with ease is not what I can manage for eight. By noon, I was fine. By 1, I was not. The last hour of my shift, I had a bad limp.

And then I had to go and teach a dance class, and with the help of Advil, I managed without looking like I felt. Going to the gym was out of the question.

I had every intention of going in today, but I could barely hobble to the bathroom, let alone walk for another eight hours at a brisk pace. My hips and calves are badly seized up, and I'm afraid that the tension in my calf is going to put my bad foot out of wack yet again, which makes any action, walking or sitting, painful.

I'll go in again tomorrow to get my pay, and to see if there's any possibility of doing this part-time. I just can't handle the eight-hour march.

The Dream

I am in a car with my parents back in New Brunswick. My Dad is driving. We are headed toward Mactaquac Park, and are approaching the sharp turn that goes to the causeway. Dad floors it. We are going 220 km/hour, and there is a construction crew working on the turn. Summer students are working all over the place, and there are dump trucks backing into the road. Dad won't slow down. He runs over a few piles of bookbags and jackets that are in the middle of the road, for some reason. We're headed directly toward a large dump truck blocking the middle of the causeway, and Dad won't slow down. I put on my seatbelt and brace for impact.....

change

I'm home, with home being a house I've never seen before. Shaun and Kyle are visiting. They both have short mullets. Neither will talk to me, except to brush me off. Kyle has a new tattoo on his ribs. It's really bad. It's some sort of terrible flash art with bad script on it. I can't read the script, because Kyle is being evasive about the whole thing. He and Shaun go off somewhere and ignore me for the rest of their visit.

And then I wake up.

ISO Co-Conspirators

I want to form a small burlesque/dance troupe with one or two other people in Kitchener. I don't care if you're male or female. I just care that you're comfortable in front of an audience, and take your fun seriously. Please let me know if you're interested! I'm dying for a creative outlet and a creative team to work with.

Perfect

The good news is I can mostly walk properly now.

The bad news is I think I worked myself sick. I feel faint, weak, wobbly, and spacey now.