(diaryland) June 06, 2003 - 4:51 a.m.

I am sitting here at my parents' house in a little blanket in the wee hours of the morning, trying to get all my schoolwork done and listening to my father piss in the ensuite.

He has loud pee.

It would be nice to go home right now, but that would involve saying, "hello," to Diane. She is always clomping around the house with goddamn loud shoes at five in the morning.

I think if I saw her right now, I would vomit on her. This is because I am feeling queasy and spiteful.

Why so near?