Slaps my internet

So my internet is now running at .09 mbps so dial up speed it is. Yes I’ve called about it. In fact, I called from work as they never answer from my home phone. Surprise surprise, they DID pick up and they sounded annoyed. I’ve been calling Frontier internet but the number on the flyer they gave me doesn’t work. Geez…

I did get the Salt Lake crap fixed. I’m coming to a sense of peace that if I don’t get that big birthday trip I’ll take a few more small ones, looking at the Mutter museum in Philly, Nashville with friends and maybe the Star Trek con in Vegas.

Today I brought in 4 new biology students, three of which who had top scores to get into gen chem, bio I and pre-calculus (the other is our usual, not even up to h.s. math). I’m excited. I hope they work out. I hope they stay.

I did back out of the state science fair in Columbus. I needed to. I still feel like hell. Blood vessels have broken around my eye so it looks like I’ve been slugged. I’m hoping it’s all just allergies (if nothing else, I know it’s not blood pressure).

I don’t remember all of my dream but I remember I was in a large lecture hall that was empty as if after a day of classes. Mom was there and she had this boil-like thing on her neck. I asked her about it, had she seen a doctor. She said it was just a pimple, she didn’t need to. I tried to examine it and people started filtering in. I didn’t really interact with any of them but I was aware they were there.

When I examined the infection, it opened up like an abscess and I got tissues and started to drain it but there was no end to it. It just flowed with pus. Now I started getting distracted, people asking me things then I go back to Mom. By now thick clots of yellow were falling out of the wound. I could see the inside of her mouth, staring at teeth. I knew it made no sense. She kept telling me I was making a big deal out of this for no reason. I kept thinking it’s impossible to have this much infection in that area without her being effected with at least vertigo or meningitis.

Then suddenly I was across the lecture hall sitting in one of the crappy flip-down seats. Between my seat and the wall, I see a file folder. I pick it up and it’s one of my exams with all the grades (which I could get in trouble for if I left it lying around). Then there’s another file and I’m there picking up piles upon piles of paperwork. Somewhere in all of this Mom disappears and then the phone rings waking me up mid-dream leaving me disoriented.