Migraine Pain

Ouch! These need to stop!!!!! I hate them I hate them I hate them....

~~ The Wig, tortured by her own brain

Oh Holy Hell

So the way that I was going to be able to afford this trip and pay for law school and pay my monthly expenses, all at the same time was that I had two jobs. Not so much anymore. You see, I was fired from my weekend job (which, I suppose, is better than being fired from my full-time job). However, my paychecks from my weekend job were being matched, penny for penny, by my father, and all going to pay my tuition. Therefore, my paychecks from my full time job could be used for things like gasoline and plane tickets to Nairobi. Now, my paychecks from my full time job need to go to pay tuition, and I no longer get matching funds from my father, which means that there is a high probability that I will not be able to afford this trip.

This is going to add more fuel to my father's list of reasons why I shouldn't go to Africa.

Dammit! Why did I have to pick this year to give up smoking for Lent? Cuz, right now would be a really good time for a cigarrette.

The slightly less employed Wig

These dreams will be the death of me

For the last several weeks, every sleeping dream that I have had has contained in it, in some capacity, my ex fiance, Mathew Clayton. Sometimes we're back together, sometimes we're just friends, sometimes we're business acquitaintences. (If it is an afternoon nap, it gets a little R rated, but just the naps, which is also wierd.) The context isn't what is important. What is important is the fact that he is there. Does anyone do dream analysis? Can you tell me what my brain is trying to tell me? Because I swear if I have one more, I'm going to get drunk and call him, begging him to leave my dream life alone.

The sleep-deprived Wig