I was up late on my laptop. At 4:30 in the morning I hear rustling in the kitchen -- microwave on, stuff like that. Grandmother must be awake. No! It's My Fucking Father, for fuck's sake!! Why in the hell is he up?! He ate something and sat down in the dining room, so he must've seen the light emanating from under my sister's room, where I was at.

And now I have to gird myself against what he's gonna say when he comes home tonight. If he asks me why the hell I'm up, I'll shoot right back and ask him the same fucking thing. There might be a goddamn war tonight if he's gonna choose to be a bitch.