7:40 am

just call me a master deceiver,
a teller of half truths...
there was no way i was going into work
today after a weekend of rushed
travels home only to have my
emotions rebuffed by my father.
alcoholism is a nasty disease.
that's the only conclusion i can come to
for my father to treat me so poorly.
for the rest of the weekend i cautiously
tried to balance my emotions but had several
blow ups that phred endured calmly and with
understanding.
i can't sleep.
i've been up since the birds staring singing
now i can barely hear them over the construction
that has started outside.
i know phred will be disappointed with me
when he discovers that i'm home but even
his disappointment isn't enough motivation for me
to go to work.
strangley enough i am looking forward to my
french class tonight.

arAmat*the strange*