I had a weird dream last night. I was at some event that was possibly at the Kehr Union Ballroom. Amanda was there. I was trying to get from her a date which she was neither working nor at camp, which was July the 18th. After that we got into some miniaturized row-boat, which, to my great dismay, was sinking. Even for me, it was strange. I didn't have too much trouble falling asleep, which, for me, equates into only fifteen or so minutes of trying to fall asleep. I had to work today. It was a mid-shift: 10a-6p. During lunch I went home to see if the child-support check came, which it did. It's sense of security was minimal, though. After setting aside money for the trip to Cancun, there was $20 left to spend on groceries, and after the money for cat food and gas was subtracted, my mother and I had about $5 to spend on food. So, we're dirt poor, but we always seem to make due. After lunch, work was incredibly boring. There was nothing to do, and four hours to do it. After I clocked out, I remained and used the $20 I found during lunch and bought a journal and some confortable pens. Only time will tell if my mother was right and I should have contributed the money to her to help out with the bills. While standing in line at Giant, my TV Guide horoscope for this week states that something I have been working towards for the past few weeks will finally happen. I have been nervious, but the Heavens are in my favor. This comes as a sigh, a sigh of both relief and the fact that the hard part has just begun. I have no idea how I'm going to tell her how I feel aobut her. I have thoughts on the matter in my mind, but I have no idea what I'm going, nor what I'm about to do. At least the Heavens are in my favor.