Y5 D178

The day was pretty straight forward but the afternoon and evening were much more interesting. Started my day off early as I will all this week. A full week of training. I like weeks like this because I don't have to think about what I am doing. It's all just get up, do the material, call it a day. Big class, ten students, all seem pretty capable. No one really upset me or asked any dumb ass questions. While I was teaching my final amazon gift card I have been waiting for came through. I ended up in total with $320 to spend for Christmas guilt free. Not too shabby. Everyone laughs at me for all the surveys I take during the year, but this is why. I managed to order 18 gifts for B, the kid, and 4 for myself and my total out of pocket after shipping and tax was $16. I consider that time well spent during the year. About 1/2 - 3/4 of my Christmas shopping paid for with just a little time during the year. Score in my book. Finished up my orders and shopping and then had a nice relaxing evening in store ahead of me. One of B's coworkers/friends came over to hang out. She had mentioned to him that I have clippers and he asked if I would mind running them through his hair. Sure. Not a problem. I gave him a damn good haircut if I do say so myself. We then just hung out and yapped for a while. Around 6 I cooked us dinner - a nice chicken marsala with red potatoes and green beans. After dinner B worked on some crocheting. She is making us a new blanket. I played some video games. We then decided it was time for the sex. Afterwards we then decided it was time for some post coital taco bell. As people do, right? As we were heading out, I saw a message from a friend about a mutual friend. I asked what was going on and went off to Taco Bell. When  I got back I saw the reply - he has been in a coma for two weeks due to a brain tumor and is about to be pulled off life support today. Damn. He is around my age. That's some scary fucked up shit right there. I am at that age where I see friends, acquaintances, etc starting to get sick or even die and it down right freaks me the fuck out. Especially something like this where you have no control. It's like the kid's aunt who died a few years back. One minute you're fine and then your fucking brain decides to explode. What the fuck? These days while I don't say anything to B, I worry about every slight migraine or twinge in my head. Funny, I don't worry about the rest of my body. My back hurts, whatever. Pulled muscle? Fine. But the brain? I can't see it, I can't rub it, and who the fuck knows what it is doing up in there. Fuck that. It worries me. Death worries me. A lot.

Time to teach.