I was surprised to get woken up by Martha yelling for me to wake up. For the first time since Wednesday, my work had actually called me to go in. I think the reason for the lack of interest in me, was because Don was on vacation and basically left the place in disarray to deal with itself. I don't think it's his fault, but it's more like Anna and Bryant's. Bryant is a lazy motherfucker. However, I expected more from Anna. She usually seems to know what is actually going on. She is cordial to me, but the only time she ever asks me how I'm doing, is when she wants me to do something. I think she does it subconsciously. I used to be extremely nice to my mom before I asked her for her credit card. A rather gross way of trying to get something that I wanted. If she hadn't have told me, I would no doubt have acted that way around others when I wanted something.

Work was extremely tedious and long. I think it was my longest day yet. I think part of it had to do with my nausea, which I am glad to say is temporarily staved off. There was absolutely nothing to eat for breakfast this morning and I was forced to eat two potato rolls with suspect Amish butter. There are no Amish out here, how could it be from an Amish person at a local farmstand (Martha had bought it from a local farmstand extemporaneously)? Usually, I associate a local farmstand with the product being made at that exact location or in the resounding area. I have severe doubts that this was the case. Anyway, I kept on halfway regurgitating this Amish butter all day at wor and felt like I was going to puke. Dave brought home some disease, so my throat has been swollen and sore as well.

I was so tired when I got back from work I lamely collapsed into the chair, next to the television where Martha seemed to be engrossed in a movie. It turned out to be "The Juror", which had more Hollywood stars than "Ocean's Eleven". James Gandolfini, Demi Moore, that kid from "Third Rock From the Sun" (Tommy), Alec Baldwin, Anne Heche, Michael Constantine... okay maybe not as many as "Ocean's Eleven", but it was still a shitload. In any case, it was a very tame and predictable thriller, ending in the biggest cliche' of all thrillers featuring a woman as being the victim (Demi Moore holds a gun towards Alec Baldwin's head, shaking uncontrollably while Baldwin isn't completely void of movement, but has been wounded enough so that he cannot walk. He astoundingly pulls a gun from his ankle as he continues to talk to Demi in a calm and reassuring tone, to give him enough time to shoot her. This is Demi's chance to finally take charge, finally be a strong woman, instead of weak and conformative. And then Alec quickly pulls out his weapon but Demi shoots him three times, killing him almost instantly. She starts going into an even bigger convulsion amazed yet horrified at her own actions, while her male friend rushes over to keep her on her feet...).

-Dan, dhurrikane@hotmail.com

Well, at least last night was interesting. David had asked me at like 9:30 p.m. if I wanted to sneak out, and I said sure. So I was expecting to go out, only to find him passed out on the couch half an hour later. So, I just went back onto the computer until 11:30 p.m., when I see a hand knocking on my window. I thought I must be really tired, 'cuz I could only see a hand and nobody on the porch. But then I saw the outline of some scraggily hair up in a pony tail, and for some reason knew it had to be Shanan. I immeadiately got up to meet her outside, and apparently she really had just come down to see Dave (I shouldn't be surprised). She was annoyed that he was asleep on the couch and never went out at night (ironic because this is the first time he's been home for the night in two weeks, no exaggeration).

We (mostly she), talked about her usual crap and she mentioned she was going up to Dani's because Dani had said she had some vodka. I'm not a big fan of vodka, but I saw it as an escape so I went off with her uptown. We walked up by the town hall, and saw two guys hangin' around a car. Shanan in her usual loud self yelled, "Who are these bitches?" It turned out to be Ricky Eastman and her ex, who she had just broke up with the night before (but they'll probably be back together within a week, for the fortieth time). I was surprised her ex didn't flip out on her, and I thought he was going to beat the shit out of me, 'cuz I was walking around with his "girl-friend", and get pissed. But later on, Shanan was driving someone's SUV, without a license or a permit, and Mark (her ex), ratted on her to a cop. Now they're out looking for her, even though she only drove it for a mere 500 yards.

-Dan, dhurrikane@hotmail.com

Well, I called work today to see if I had to work or not, and luckily (in some instances) I didn't have to. I'm getting extremely lazy. Last time I went to work, I was an hour and a half late. I called in beforehand and claimed I had overslept. Which I had, but not so long that I couldn't have made it within an hour and a half. They love me there though, so I don't have to worry about them firing me. Carlton the butcher thought I was still in high school. When he found out I was going to college, he was like, "No wonder you actually have a brain and don't have to have your hand held the whole day." I like the guy a lot. He actually gets things done, and he is actually intelligent. A rarity for Kezar Falls. He wanted me to become a butcher, but that didn't go very well. I can't cut meat worth beans.

I went out driving with my dad for the first time with my permit. All he has is standards, so I must learn to use them whether or not I want to. I had practiced the day before with Martha, which he is completely oblivious to. It was a lot easier to learn with Martha, than dad that's for sure. He is so obnoxious. He is a very poor teacher. Well, when it comes to driving in any case. He makes me all nervous. Martha's attitude, was really laid back so it was a lot easier. I almost got into a serious accident, though. We were driving down the road, and suddenly without warning my dad says, "See that road? Turn there." Right when we drive by it. Thanks for the warning, dink. So about a couple minutes later we come across another road, in the exact same happenstance. I don't want to miss another time, so without braking or anything, in fourth gear I fish tail onto this tiny road. A Dodge Ram is coming over an extremely narrow bridge, I have slammed on my brakes by now, causing the car to stall and we coasted to the side unharmed. My dad wasn't too thrilled.

-Dan, dhurrikane@hotmail.com