Turning point
So it's tuesday today, two more weeks and I'll be back in Chicago. Yesterday I was planning on hanging out with dad for the day, but things quickly changed. No one told dad that he had a charter, so he asked me to help. We had a harbor cruise for the kids that goto Lynn Tech. Because it was such short notice, me and dad were the only ones who noticed. I was the first one down at the boat, and because the lines were slacked (loosened) so no one could easily get on, I had to jump on board. All the school kids were there, and it was really cool to have all of them gasp. Dad showed up, we got all the kids on board, and I had to take care of all the lines. All the front and rear lines were easy, it just involves me jumping off and grabbin everything. The hardest line was the spring line, the main line ties the boat to the dock. Pretty much you have to loosen the line and throw it onto a nail. A god damn nail sticking out of a piling on the dock. As you can imagine I missed the nail, and a hailstorm of shit came flying down from my dad for it. The rest of the trip went relatively easy, I have several beautiful pictures of Boston, I'll post a few of them. It was really nice to sit around and talk with my dad about stuff, I got to steer the boat a lot too (which is cool, I'm a friggin certified navigator by the coast guard and I never get to use it anymore). We got back in the middle of the afternoon, and I cleaned the boat pretty quickly. Jared met us to rescue the lost spring line, and help me tie the lines. We had a bunch of time until I had to babysit, so me, dad and Jared went to go see Batman (which was time #3 for me). Batman was great, and it was off to babysitting at night. This is about the time where things get shitty. I hadn't really eaten all day, and my body just totally fucked up. I got my stomach sickness, but much worse than normal. For some reason, there was a lot of pressure on my upper chest, which has never happened before. I was also ridiculously cold. I was up all night long, and didn't goto sleep until like 6:30. I'm feeling much better today though. My stomach is still being fucked up though. I don't know what happened to make this happen. I think my body is just very angrily reminding me that I'm not superman.
Today I did a couple of house cleanings, and babysat again. I'm so tired. So sick of this. I need to work, because I absolutely need the money for next year, but it's killing me.
Today I did a couple of house cleanings, and babysat again. I'm so tired. So sick of this. I need to work, because I absolutely need the money for next year, but it's killing me.