michael estabrook
Tuesday morning about 8:20
Dave's getting some iguanas to keep in his
apartment at college (I told him they
were cheaper than having girls in
his apartment). Laura's joining
a sorority, that's another
$700, but what the hell whatever
it'll take to help her adjust.
Robin's been rather cranky, but 14
year old girls need time to
find themselves, Patti keeps
telling me. And Patti's planning a
Thelma and Louise trip out to Detroit
to link-up with Linda, her best friend
from high school, so I
have to worry about her coming
home and letting me know that after 25
years, finally, she sees me for
the complete asshole I really am.
I'd like to become a Marine
Biologist but with 2 kids in college
I can't afford it. My back is killing me.
After 25 years
my father-in-law still
hasn't accepted me as part of his family.
At work I'm on this Sales Compensation
Planning Team, spending
countless hours sitting around in
a windowless room talking
and talking. And all the while I'm
asking myself why in the hell I didn't
enroll in that stupid Ph.D.
program in Comp Lit at
the University of Connecticut 2 years ago,
I'd almost be out by now.
