I wish I knew what Lisa and Rags know. Thanks again!
November 23rd, 2007
This week was hell, and I'm going to bed as soon as I finish writing this. I don't have any more strength left in me.
In the cafeteria on Tuesday, Edward and Emmett had a huge fight about Rosalie. It was nasty and they said some bad things to each other, but what pissed me off the most was the fact that she was sitting there, eating her salad, while two of the most important people in her life fought with each other. Also, the fact that Edward was acting like a raging lunatic because of her made me lose my appetite. Angela and everyone else in that cafeteria noticed how bothered I was by the scene, but I didn't give a damn. I left as quietly as possible.
Thursday morning, we received a letter from Renée with two tickets to Phoenix, so we can go spend Christmas with her and Phil. Of course, we only chose to tell Dad an hour ago – when he decided it was time to meet the pot-head lady. I have no idea what happened during that dinner that made Dad go upstairs and stay closed up in his bedroom, but I can't find myself caring. Not right now.
Emmett is off to Rosalie's place, so I'm going to sleep now. Not that it makes much difference if he's around or not.
B.S.
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