A Hero *

♥ So THIS happened. if you click that link, it will take you to a story about my high school vocal music teacher. He is a great and talented man and made me fall in love with music in a whole new way in high school. He can now add "hero" to that list.

♥ I don’t have a lot to say. Ed is doing well. I haven’t seen him yet- but we’ve talked a few times and he sent me a picture of his head. Poor guy- he has about 20 staples up the back of his neck and head and it looks so swollen and painful. He’ll get the staples out sometime this week. We have plans for Friday.

♥ Work is ok. I still like the job- but the drive back and forth is terrible. I got my oil changed less than a month ago and I’ve already hit that 5000km point where it needs to be changed again. Oh, did I write about having to get a new tire? I hit a massive pot hole on the 417 and popped the belt in my front tire. Had to get a new one put on last week. My poor car.

♥ I’m starting to get compliments from the clients I see at work- and by that, I mean they are telling other people these compliments. That’s a nice feeling. I may not get any "thank you"’s from my supervisors for doing extra work- but it’s a nicer feeling to know that my clients see it and appreciate it.

♥ I had an awful, awful dream last night that Ed and I went to a swingers party and he spent the night fucking other girls in another room while I was miserable with a bunch of other men. The thing is, it bothered me so much more because it’s something I could actually see happening with Ed. It made me realize how much I’ve fallen in love with him and how possessive I’ve become over someone that isn’t even mine. This is dangerous.