I totally started to feel like I was getting back into the hang of things the past couple of days. Last night I went on a trip with a couple folks from work. I don’t normally warm to strangers too quickly, but these people are all right. This Jeff guy (I think he likes to be called a guy) said he would take me out to that trailer park everyones been talking about looting. Prolly ain’t that smart of me to go off into the night with a couple of guys I barely just met, but it ain’t that smart for me to go alone either. Specially since I still ain’t got a gun.

Turns out the trip was pretty uneventful. The place had been picked dry. We managed to find a few scraps of food, and we pulled some wiring out of the trailers. We may be going back soon to get some more scrap for some jobs we got coming up. It feels so good to be back at work after being on the mend. I think I’ll spend more time around the yard, get to know my co-workers a little better. The ones who don’t piss me off at least.

Today I mostly spent time at the garage, working on a few things, learning about new jobs. Things were going well, I was really feeling like my old self… ’til that guy showed up. The one from my dreams. For some reason now when I think of him I just, I don’t know how to explain it…. is it sympathy? The fuck do I care? Maybe I made the threat up in my head? I mean sure he seems a little unhinged, but he did just lose his brother. And he did say he came to make sure I was ok, and that I was all healed. That made me feel…. what the fuck? I don’t even want to write it. Ugh, what is going on with me.

When he left I couldn’t even remember what I was so bothered by. Dane seemed real pissed though. Man I gotta get my head straight.