trauma

If I go to DC next year, then I would probably want to take my truck. But, driving a truck in DC would kill me probably - trying to park and all that - oy! And this after keeping it unused for several months ... hm ... I get quite serious about selling it and replacing it with a small car. And if I'm going to do that, I should do it soon ... because I hate driving the big thing now often, and gas mileage isn't fantastic.

But selling and buying a vehicle - trauma.

My sister called me. "How did you get this number?" Trauma. Enough said.

I cannot force myself to finish this boring chapter or write the paper I need written or read the other three articles I need to read or anything else I need to. Well, maybe I'll head to bed.

But this trauma that won't leave my head ... I have this student who gives me The Creeps. We're doing ok now, he's not so pushy, but there's still something off about the dude. So this other kid was giving him a really hard time a while ago - and the 2nd kid told me that he had seen Creepy Kid at a bar (2nd kid accompanies his brother's band) dancing with "old ladies" who were hitting on him - like in their 70's - and kid #1 was so drunk he was way into it and getting their phone numbers and bragging about it.

And then today Kid #1 was trying to tell me about it and I was just like "Ew!" That is such a nasty image, Creepy 16-year-old doing 70-year old ladies.

There are some things I just SO do not want to know about my kids' lives.