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It's a Friday. And I'm not really looking forward to the weekend. I miss Katie so much. It would be nice to do something with her. But of course, I have to go to Ohio and be with all my relatives. I'll spend most of the time alone. I'll listen to Nana bitch to me about the state that the world is in. I'll listen to Sophie go on and on about her life and her popular friends and her pop music and how she can't stand all but four of my cds. I'll listen to my brother and Chase complain about Tristan [Tris] and I'll listen to Tris complain about how the boys hate him and don't inculde him in anything, waaaah, they HATE me. God, he's worse than an emo kid. But he's only seven, about to turn eight, so I guess I can excuse it. And I'll have to listen to Gabby. Gabby this, Gabby that. Watch Gabby, Abby. Gabby watch Gabby, er I mean Abby, no Gabby, no Abby. Rose watch Gabby. Abby read to Gabby. Abby, play with Gabby, I don't feel like it. BUT I WANT GABBY! No, Alex, it's time for Abby to have a turn with her. She's not a baby/toddler. No, she's a doll, a favorite toy. And I'll have to listen to the aunts worry about Nana and her condition and tell Papa what to do. I'll have to listen to medical terms and hear about hospitals. My Nana should have sued for malpractice after her first surgery, two years ago. And because that surgery wasn't done correctly, she's proceeded to have two or three more, and needs another one. And I'm going to have to sleep on an uncomfortable couch in a cold basement with my dog. And this basement is cluttered like you wouldn't believe. This is where 40 years of crap went. In the basement. Oh well. Time to work.