Sitting in the dark. Always sitting in the damned dark listening to music. I tried sleeping tonight, but I got woken up by my mother drunk and yelling at the television. It happens way too often. I guess she works so she can do nonsense like that. Just wish she wouldn't do it while I was trying to sleep. I don't understand the facination with sport, anyway. I think it must have something to do with alcohol. The two are so closely intertwined it's sometimes hard to tell them apart. I can remember parties where we raced to see who could drink the most, or make the highest stack of beer cans, or the biggest pile of vomit. I'm lying about the vomit.