Buckets.

I would really like to change the layout of this.
I'll do that, soon.
I'm home.
And I'm going to kill mother.
I stayed up all night, I wasn't tired.
We got back in Pequea at, maybe, 9:30 PM, I believe. Mom's car wasn't there.
So We were about to get a scrwdriver and break into the house when our neighbour lended us the copy of the house key that she had. So Nothing was damaged getting into my house last night.
So, anyway, I stayed up all night. I drank two Pepsis, wrote some. Listened to a lot of ICP. Walked outside a lot. Identified Orion the constellation. And then it was morning.
Counted the stash of money that I have, it adds up to current cash, arouns one hundred something.
Then with the checks that I got from uncle, that's..Ugh, a lot of money.
I don't even know what to do with it. My foot itches.... 'Kay.
I have a pretty good idea what to do with some of it. But that's not until later.
I've already got more will power than mom. I've got fingernails.
So anyway, I've been up since 8:30 AM or so, yesterday. I did however, lie on my bed for about 10 minutes completely motionless. Was thinking. About, everything and nothing.
So, maybe that's the good bit of rest I've gotten.
But, I did sit a lot of the day yesterday, So Not a lot of energy was used. Cool.
I wonder what mom's reaction's going to be when she comes home and sees me home and she'll be all like "When did you get here?"
And I'll be all like "9:30 Last night."
It's going to be great.