I got up around one oclock and watched TV for a while. I am upset that Michael did not call me. The problem is that there is no one in the fucking world that really cares what the hell is going on with me day by day. It really bugs me that I cannot even hire someone to do it. I have to hear form Michael today to make a decision about the motel room. It is very apt to be a long day. I am going to try and get about two week vacation pay and put it on my credit card.

I left a lot of messages and voice mails all day long. At five forty-five I called and he answered. He wanted to stay in the Motel for another week. So I called and paid for another seven days - until Saturday the 20th. He said his phone went dead. He said he was changing to a day shift because he could not take the all night shift. If he doesn't get it he is going to get another job. Why should I worry? He really does not care that much about what the hell happens to me. He can go by the day and not think of anything else except himself. He said he was going to take Mikey to a high school football game but Katie changed things around. He begged off because he had a call coming in from Katie. He said he had not seen Crystal for a couple days and she still had stuff in the car. What the hell do I care?

I had a call from Joel and I am thinking about going over there tomorrow and seeing him. I really hate staying home - so I might as well. I hope I sleep better tonight.

I watched Sweet Land about a couple in Minnesota that made living farming anbd gained gthe respect of their neighbors.