Waiting for the eye of the storm.
Friday, July 18, 2003 @ 1:20 am 
Fuck, Ross and my dad are yelling at each other … and I’m hearing things being hit. Great. Ross sprained his ankle playing basketball earlier … hope I don’t have to deal with the above in the morning (i.e., yay for the concert). Well, I’m going to bed.
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