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Entries this day: Chores Dream Ma Pictures Chores 8:13am JST Thursday 25 March 2004 Good job, me. I was able to get myself outside to purchase a thing of laundry soap, including a little bag for my socks so they won't get all twisted up with the rest of the laundry, plus some breakfast which I'm eating now. permalinkDream 5:11am JST Thursday 25 March 2004 I was in my dad's house as he was planning to make some more remodeling changes. The plans seemed well thought out and I was really impressed with them except for one detail. He was not including a second staircase to get from the second floor to the first floor in case of fire. I was like, where is the second staircase? And he's like, "not gonna have one" and I'm like, what "if there is a fire?" and he's not swayed that this is a really good reason to include a second staircase. I got really hot about the situation. I was like yelling and angry at my dad, which was a big deal for me. I was like, "what if there is a fucking fire and you get sued a million dollars because some cat dies because there is no staircase? A new staircase, repairing the old external staircase would only cost around 800 dollar and that's well worth the investment to not have a million dollar lawsuit." He was all, "how do you know it would only cost 800 dollars?" and I'm like, "I have a sense of how much wood costs", and I could see him smile inwardly; his son was growing up in more than just awareness, but in guts, too. He still wasn't convinced and I began to wonder if this was just an elaborate scheme to allow him to guage how well I had grown. In "real" life, I am sad that I've not been in contact with my dad. He's not emailed me in a long time, and I've emailed him and called him a few times. I blame his new wife, and I feel sadness for my dad's new life; he seems to have changed everything that he once stood for. whatever that means. I miss my dad. permalinkMa 8:41am JST Thursday 25 March 2004 Hahaha from my mom: Pictures 12:34pm JST Thursday 25 March 2004 Yuuko came over to my crib, drove me to Dan's crib, and helped Dan and I take pictures of me in my suit. Silly thing is that I didn't bring suit shoes; I've got my brown tennies. permalinkprev day next day |