Well!
Dad decides he wants to fall asleep on the couch, which is MY bed when I stay down here... so I try to wake him up so I can go to sleep...Mind you it is almost three thirty in the fucking morning... and he yells and me to stop and just goes right back to sleeping. Me, I'm left to the floor over near the window where there is a major draft blowing through. And people wonder why I don't come down here very often. The time I'm down here is never worth how shitty I feel during the car rides.