A long week is on its way.
So as most of you probably know, I've been on vacation for the past two weeks or so. I came home on Sunday, after driving 7 hours that day, and 13 hours the day before. Then, my dad decides to take over my life by forcing me to embark on a journey downtown to rendezvous with my family for the fireworks show, this was tolerable. I get invited to a party, so I go. I get like 5 hours of sleep that night, which is very very little. My dad then decides he wants to go downtown again for something else, we go. Then he says we're going to watch a movie as a family. I fall asleep during this movie at 11:30 or so, because I've had somewhere around 15 hours of sleep. Now, my dad has put me on house arrest until I finished watching that fucking movie. Most of my friends understand that my dad is a psychotic, alcoholic piece of shit. But this transcends that level, this is insanity. I'm disgusted to be home now. I've missed my friends, and this has to be some sick fucking way of him forcing me to stay home and spend time with him. Fuck.