Labor Day will be full of work for me.
I'm about to go to the Orientation Fair, to represent Targum, before heading to my final edit board meeting at 2 p.m. to announce that I'm not coming back. I need to get a haircut (the weird, sun-dyed hair has got to go), buy at least some of my books, print out my schedule so I have a clue as to where I'm going tomorrow. Then, most likely, I'll have to put the paper online tonight, since I said I'd help out for the first week. I really don't want to do any of this, but I will, and I will smile, and I will have as good a time as possible.
Dream: I was at our old house on Knolton Road in Allendale, it was a big family gathering. But for some reason I was feeling like the asshole, my family ignoring me and giving my attitude. I glanced at my mom, said I'm leaving in a bitchy voice, and ignored Laura as she tried to hug me. I got into John's car, for whatever reason, that retarded Saab station wagon (if you're going to get a Saab, for the love of God, do not by a wagon) and drove off. As I got to the top of the hill to turn onto East Crescent, three police cars came toward the street, and turned, coming into my side of the road. I backed up, with no concern for the car behind me, because I was deathly afraid the cops were after me.
I also dreamed about high school friends, a big portion of the dream was about Matt Kraus. Maybe I should email him.