Dear Journal,
Well, it's the day of Tommy's party and its raining. That's the trouble with living down south: one moment it's sunny and the next it's storming outside. He doesn't seem too upset about it. I guess that's a good thing. I still feel really bad about it, though. I told him earlier that he and I would do something special if the weather didn't hold out. I hadn't actually planned anything. I guess I'd better come up with an idea.
I heard something strange on the local news today. There have been riots in downtown Atlanta – about what I don't know. I don't think anybody does. I wonder if the government will request troops in the city soon. If they do, I know that John will be "voluntold" to go with them. It's like being volunteered by force. It's a military term.
Whatever's going on in Atlanta is anyone's guess. The media hasn't said much about it. Truthfully, I'm a little worried. I don't like feeling so…out of the loop. I called my mother to ask her what she had heard but I couldn't get a dial tone. I think the storm is fucking with the power lines. I sure hope that it passes soon! I want to go for a run later today.
I wish I could write more but I can't. I still have to think of something to do with Tommy. Maybe I'll take him to see a movie with his sister. John is on base today, unfortunately. He usually doesn't go to work on Sunday. I'm a little bit disappointed! I hope he's having a good day. He's supposed to be home seventeen thirty tonight. I wonder if he knows anything else about the buzz in Atlanta. I should ask him! It can't hurt, right?
…And the lights just went out. TTFN.