Friday the 13th

Woot! Friday the Thirteenth. The East Village Bookstore in the (duh) east village is closing and they're selling all of their stuff today and tomorrow. I'm pretty damn excited! Mara is picking me up at 12:30 and we'll meet Michael there. I'll be able to read something on the way to the Spam Museum this weekend! After work on Saturday, Michael, Anthony, Ryan, and I are taking Anthony's car to Cedar Rapids. We have a hotel Mike's Mom set up for us there. There's a place in Cedar Rapids with dated 70's decor and a giant 'L' Sign for Leonardo's. They sell pizza and really cheap nachos. Mike and Anthony pledged to go back and eat there, so that's the first day of our trip. We'll spend the night (maybe we'll have a pool?) and then leave the next morning. On Sunday, we'll drive to Austin Minnesota and pass through my dad's home town of Charles City. I'm excited because I miss the houses there. Maybe we'll stop there for lunch? Then- to the Spam Museum! Free admission is cool too. We'll get some spam-necessities and come back home in Des Moines. Perhaps stopping at other places as we go.

On another note. It's getting a lot harder to talk to my dad or listen to him. It's not like, I'm some punk ass teenager and he "doesn't understand me". It's hard to live with someone like my dad because of his Bi-Polar Disorder. He changes subject, doesn't speak clearly, and I can't talk to him. He'll tell me all about his day and getting his oil changed, but doesn't tell me that Jim Hawk has changed their hours to close at 8:30. So when he told me,"Yeah, I had someone come in late and didn't get out 'til 2:00 AM..." I know that's that true anymore. He's at the Prairie Meadows Race Track. I really worry about Dad going to the bank into my account and making withdraws for me. I have no bank statement or list of transactions where I can see how much he's been taking out of there. That really worries me. A whole bunch.