Entry 000176; 12.06.03

So I'm typing this from an 'on-screen' keyboard on nathan's "crappy" computer (missing a keyboard) in Dan and Sarah Sheldon's basement at 4:17 in the morning, wearing a pink blanket (mom's early X-mas present) and my head itches.

This will all be explained in a moment.

So I'm sure we all know about what an anal, hypocritical dick-shit my father is.

This week, I was sick. I mean, 'can't stand up, dribbling fluids, hurts to breathe, call in sick to class any rely on lazy classmates for notes' sick.

So I didn't clean my room. AAAAAAll week. What a fucking lazy, useless, rude bastard I am.

I think all this clicking is waking Nathan. I'll finish this later.