What kind of a weekend will I be in for? It's a bummer that July 4th has to fall on a Saturday. They're gonna be shooting off fireworks like hell when it comes time for me to go to bed. I'm never gonna get any sleep this weekend, and God only knows what I'm in for this weekend from next door. At this point, even if he stays out of the picture, there's no telling what kinds of sick pals the bitch will invite over. Or how many kids she'll have playing ball.

Ma says she'll look into why I didn't receive that package, but I'm sure it was misdelivered. And if it was, we sure as hell will never see it.