Yesterday, I just wanted to take a nap. I checked my e-mail before going to sleep. It was an e-mail from Chris, the do-it-all guy in the School of Computing. He didn't have time to send the letter, so he e-mailed it to me. I'm being honored at the School of Computing Banquet next Friday. I was thinking of going to it beforehand, but now I'm going since they'll pay for my dinner. It will be at Johnny Harris. I'm not sure why I'm being honored. The only thing I know for sure I've got in my background as an honor is the ΦKΦ membership. Sadly, I'm going to it alone. I wish my parents could be there. However, my mother's gone and my dad must work the next day, so he physically can't afford to come. It would be great to have a date to the event, but I'm not desperate for one. At least my dad will be at the ΦKΦ ceremony. Our family friend Nancy e-mailed me to let me know she's sending me something to celebrate my honors. So, it's not going to the wayside.

When I took my nap yesterday, I ended up having a nightmare. Prepare to gag at it, but I have to write about it. It dealt with my mother. I had a chance to save her. If cut off and ate one of my nipples, she'd stay alive. I know, sick. But, I'm sure you know that I did it. I'd do most anything I have to do to bring my mother back to me. I miss her. I believe the dream shows what type of measures I'd go to to get her back. Thankfully today when I took a nap, I didn't have a dream like that. I'm trying hard not to be depressed, but when comes to my mother, it's going to take a long time to be able to act somewhat normal again. I had a big chunk of my life stolen from me.

Last night, I was surfing the Wiki and somehow landed on famous cemeteries. I decided to look at ones in Nashville. Tammy Wynette is at the same cemetery as my paternal grandparents. Also at their cemetery are Roy Orbison's first wife and two of their sons. At the cemetery at which my paternal great-grandparents (my dad's maternal grandparents) lay, so does Roy Acuff. I just thought it was very interesting to find that stuff out. The great-grandparents used to run a boarding home in Nashville. My dad talks about it from time to time. It's one of his fond childhood memories. I wonder if my dad met anyone there that was or did become famous.

Well, not much from me today. I took it easy. I felt I needed the rest.

[♪ Listening to: "You Keep Me Hangin' On" - Kim Wilde]

Posted by Shawn at March 31, 2006 6:56 PM in Dreams, General, Schooling.