July 24, 2003 - 10:46 a.m.
I woke up early today, because now that my cousins are in town, my mother is ending over backwards to make them happy. Today she was making us waffles in honor of my little cousin Ben, who has an unnatural love for syrup.
But I didn't get any waffles or bacon, because no one would wak m up. I get up at 9, walk upstairs, and my mother had just finished putting away everything. I pouted, and then went downstairs, hoping to get some sleep.
"We're going to the zoo later!" my mom shouted down to me as I stalked to my couch.
"I don't care; I'm going to sleep!" I called. Damn it to hell. I'm not going to the zoo if I don't get waffles, dammit.
Needless to say, they left without me. And I couldn't sleep. My back still hurts. But I made another CD.
Dammit, I wanted waffles. I'm going to go on a hunger strike.
