i went to the movies by myself. i wanted to get out of the house. it's been a while since i went to the movies by myself. i enjoy it. i saw dad there. you know i really love dad. i want so much for him to succeed. he didn't notice me--he was busy with two girls. he had sold them the ten oh clock show instead of the nine thirty. it was really busy so i just went to my movie, but i saw him on my way out. he was taking his float into some room. he still didn't see me until i touched his arm.

so i've been staying up late reading eragon. i finished it today. books like that are so exhausting. as i drove down the highway towards the steveston exit i thought about how tense my stomach was and how tense i'd been in knots all week because of it.

my room's a huge pile of clothes and blankets. sigh.

things have been happening at work. i wish there wasn't so much talk and back biting and i wish i didn't get drawn into it. why can't everybody like each other? i'm tired of that kind of thing. it makes me weary and regretfull.