"I'm tired. I'm crabby. I should do an entry. Nah...nobody wants to hear about you being crabby. Wait, people want to hear about the mundane stuff in your life. No, they don't...who cares if you picked up dirty clothes 3 inches from the hamper AGAIN. Seriously, that boy can make his own chicken nugget sandwich. I hope he doesn't over-ketchup the bread like last time. It's a good thing Jesse isn't home or he would be yelling at Adrian for cutting his bread on the table. Jesse....why is he so tired...I thought he got a good nights' sleep. Better than mine, anyway. I can't believe I was up til 4 AM. Why the hell was I up til 4 AM? Oh yeah...I did write that letter Adele. Adele will be excited we're going to England. Heh...it was so cute when we were both in 6th grade and she sent me that tape of herself. OK, why is Alex back in bed and asleep? Please tell me he is not getting sick again. Damn it, Adrian, the microwave has been beeping for three minutes now! Get up and get the damn chicken out! I am sooooo not going to get up and do it for him. I do that too much. Why is Gordo all wet? the grass is wet... the POOL IS TURNING MY YARD INTO A LAKE....oh just you wait til I call Jesse and bitch about this. I TOLD him to clean it, close it...but no....and now I'm drying a very furry dog who will most likely not be fully dry when I let him go and he will probably jump on my bed when I'm not looking and get my whole bed wet, and then when I go to bed tonight, my spot will be wet and I will wonder why. I hope I go to bed before 4 AM tonight."