Apparently (as if it is a secret) I have unresolved issues with my dad, as evidenced by this mediocre poem I just wrote out of nowhere.

Your official title is Father
but you feel more like an acquaintance
who lived in my house
and fought with my mother
You smiled when I got good grades
Gave me money for reading books
but you never asked about my classes
or even knew the titles that I read
You told me to look out for my brother
because you wanted me to learn responsibility
I think it was just easier
than trying to understand your children
When I was good you gave me praise
When I was bad you gave me discipline
But you never bothered to get to know
the person that I was
or who I would become
You give me money
but no advice
You tell people how proud you are of me
but seldom remember my birthday
I don't doubt that you love me
You just lack the capability
to have personal relationships
and for that I am sorry
Your official title is Father
but you were more like an acquaintance
who lived in the house
and fought with my mother

Well, I've come to enjoy one benefit of working 3rd shift...because I'm in an office, there's obviously a window...which mean I get to see the sun rise. Aside from this last week it's been a really long time since I've been up early enough to see that. I forgot how much I enjoy it.

I swear to god if Mark calls me and wakes me up again after I've only slept for three hours...who am I kidding, I won't do anything about it. Not like I sleep much anyways. I have a hard time trying to sleep for any signifigant amount of time during the day, especially in a house with no air conditioning. Bah humbug.

Ok I think I am feeling extra emotional lately...earlier I cried watching Fresh Prince, and now I'm crying watching Queer Eye. But, I love that I cry at stupid shit. I'm awesome.