I don't have to go in til tonight to work. I gotta admit. I don't like working at night. All that much. And though, I won't be working terribly late. Its just. I don't. But I do.
And I'm really happy that Jeremy wants to pick me up from work. Thats the only good part.
I know it'll be ok, but its just silly me. I guess.
Mom's still talking college. Suddenly. I mean, it just gets to me how she is sometimes. Like, "I'm ready now. Lets do this..." And well, I'm not ready. I don't think I'm ready. Maybe. I don't know.
I thought I'd just take classes here at the local college, not some teacher place, you know. How do I know if I want to be a teacher yet? She didn't teach all that much herself. Why doesn't she go back to teaching with all this talk about how we need more teachers. And..another thing, Its a couple of hours away and we're in a gas crisis right now, you know.
So I'm supposed to go down there next week, or whatever and check the place out.