Mrow.
My father is a complete idiot. He's all pissy because I don't want to spend an entire weekend doing nothing at his house when I could be in NY with Ariel and Geoff at a They Might Be Giants concert. He has the nerve to say that it's mine and Sis' fault that we don't do anything at his house. It's not like he does anything with us; he spends the weekend working in his garden and basically ignoring us. It's absolutely miserable, and I don't want to go. I actually don't have to go, but Sis still does and I don't really want her to have to go by herself. I don't mind going for a while on Sunday, but I'm not going to waste an entire weekend on him. He's not worth it.
I hope Geoff gets here soon... Having him around usually calms me down. And he promised me a back rub. My neck is hurting from how I sit at my desk. I'm glad I remembered that we had to put my wedding dress away before he got here. That would have been akward. I'm going to go now, I have some stuff to do. So long!