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Quite the odd dream last night…

It was the end of senior year in high school (or maybe into the next year – we’d definitely been done with school for a good six months) and we still had to do some final thing with the drill team and marching band before we’d all officially graduate. (It was a county wide thing and not a big deal, more of a pain in the ass than anything.)

But, there were several people around from high school about that I didn’t really have any desire to interact with, but they were there. And all staying in my home. Not just in the guest rooms, just everywhere. Beds, couches, floors, all covered. I was not pleased, and recall telling some girl that I’d slept with her boyfriend. (Which never happened, I simply said so out of some spite that is obviously buried somewhere deep within my psyche.)

If that’s not a sign to skip my 20 year reunion, I’m not sure what is.

Then there was the argument with my parents. Seems that in the six months since classes had ended, I’d gone and done a semester of college and I wasn’t particularly pleased about that. Something along the lines of “I could have taken the classes anytime, this was supposed to be my six months OFF and I want them back!” Why, yes, there is still a touch of residual pissiness over the fact that I won’t be able to get back the two years I spent tethered to the phone trying to convince my grandmother to get real help instead of relying on my absolutely incompetent assistance. Seems my brain hasn’t quite let go of that one just yet.

Then the trash trucks came through and that was that.