I’m trying to decide what’s worse. The flesh-melting heat inside this house, the stomach-turning pain in my head, or the fact that my mother said, “I hope you’re feeling better tomorrow, I want to run some errands.”

Usually I’m the one who brings up weekend errands. Its my way of getting out of the house, away from my father, and spending time with my mom. That she brought it up, the day after my father brings up a store looking for employees, is just badness. It means I’m going to spend tomorrow trying to explain while trying not to cry and failing miserably on both parts.

Tonight may well be spent ordering fanzines and Chinese food. And possibly getting a head-start on the crying.