Day One:

Yesterday I awoke with a start, rolled off my bed and landed in a prone position, slipped my hand behind me and unclipped the knife from my belt and flipped it open as I bolted through my open door into the backyard, I didn't even know exactly why at the moment - I was running full auto pilot, but as soon as I got out back, I knew - I saw the sonuva bitch - I got two seconds before he hopped the fence, - Can't stand that shit. I whistled and my dog bolted into the backyard with me, I told him to stay infront of the door and I bolted out the back gate after the sonuva bitch who hopped it. - He was GONE, Holyshit he moved fast man. So I went back inside, Took a leak, went out back - Had a Cigerette - let the dog back in, and started the day.

It was rather boring, We (Me, and Ernest) went Shopping - I ran into my favorite distraction for a while - Then we went ahead and went to Ernie's house and I taught that sonuva gun the real way to make Nacho's - Heh. - I ended up spending the night, Me and Bobby playing video games til apparently, We - at the same exact second... just... passed the fuck out.

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Day Two:

I opened my eyes after I realized my hand had shifted to my knife on it's own, and GOD DAMNIT, Bobby's face was less than three inhes from mine - Took everything in me not to take off his head on reflex - The sonuvabitch passed out next to me!

We heated up the Nacho sauce from yesterday and poured it over more chips as we made some Coffee - Wasn't all that bad, Played quite a bit more video games, I came home around 2:20 - Even though I should have been home at 1:30 (Sorry Mom, I couldn't see the clock and got caught up.)

And here I am, It's 4:23, I'm freaking STARVING... But I don't feel like cooking, `cause Mum's in a horrible mood and I don't want to put up with her, I'll probably go check in on Dan, I gotta take him back his book and shit anyways. Then head over to Ernie's for a while.