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I woke up at about 10h30 this morning.. it's 1h00 now. I've been waiting for mom to get home before I went downstairs.. I don't think she's home.. I haven't heard her although I did hear a car pull into the drive way about an hour ago. I've been reading.. waiting. Currently I am in the middle of the book It by Stephen King. I read from 184-247.. I could have done better.
I dont like going downstairs when he's down there, I know it sounds stupid but I'm not really in the mood to get yelled at, although I probably already will because I "slept" until 1.
My fingers are black from the ink of the book. I wonder why that happens? It's kinda gross.. and hard to wash off now that I think of it. I'll probably get in trouble for that too if I leave marks on the wall or my door.
I just heard a car door slam, might be mum not sure though. I think I might go check, maybe not.

Let me sleep on it.

Small ray of sunlight peeking through the cloud I call home

Living here isn't the greatest. Sparing details, it's like a giant cloud, raining acid rain over the small people inside it. The weather man sits high in his chair of deceit and anger and stares down on us waiting...

I don't like the weather man.

And as I am being rained on, my hopes melting away, I receive a phone call. Hello Damien, and thank you.

POP!

My first ever blog.. what I am doing making a blog an hour before work I don't really know.
I actually stopped to think about making a blog a couple weeks ago. I had a bunch of interesting things happen to me that weren't worth telling people other then on a blog.. but of course I have forgotten them all by now.
So here, a blog of my very own. I think I'll name it.

Let me sleep on it though... I'll get back to you.