23 days

I awakened with a start at 5:47 a.m., which is usually when someone dumps a bucket of nails or a case of basketballs on my head. 

But there was no noise in my room. Sad how I have come to expect a rude awakening. 

Mom was the lucky recipient today. They must have all slept in her room. 

We went out on the balcony to feed the ducks. Thundercunt stormed out there — them throwing open and then slamming their sliding glass door a million times a day is an added bonus to living here — and screamed inside, “This has got to stop!”

For once, we agree on something. 

Kids are stomping around now like their feet are encased in wet concrete. 

Three more weeks of this shit. 

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