Friday Night

OK. They went upstairs. I literally have 30 seconds to myself. Whenever I hear a voice I scream and mash my fists on the desk and cry inside. I feel like I could make myself burst into a billion tiny little flecks of flesh. I need a hobby. I need to be running through the wilderness being chased by wolves or chasing wolves and eating them. Tearing chunks off their fur. Anyway. Vicki calling the dog an asshole brings me back. The girls are calling me now to read them "James and the Giant Peach", so I'm off. I can barely read. Wish me luck.