11:49 a.m.
July 14, 2003
I'm feeling numb. I went to sleep at three yesterday evening. My dad, waking my brother up at 9, insisted on doing the same for me. He did a brief effort, and in the end, I fell back asleep. Undeterred, my mom went out and the phone rang around ten with Brendan saying that they're going to begin work on the addition at the end of the week. Alright. Call mom, tell her, try to survive a discussion about going to sleep. So I go back to sleep until deana calls at eleven AM, the moment she gets back from Traffic. I give her yes and no answers until she figures out that I'm still in bed and was up until three the previous night. So fortyfive minutes later, russ gives me a call. Christ, russ. He doesn't get up before I do. So I get frustrated, because I really don't know what to do with the both of them.

I'll have to think.
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