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This week has been trying.

Dad has been having a rough week. I have been getting little to no sleep. The stress is getting to me.

I haven't been able to focus on reading for about 2 weeks now, which makes me feel out of sorts. I have been watching a LOT of Clean House, and feeling like shit.

Kayla is planning on coming out to see me for 3 days on August 7th. We're supposed to go see Kris Allen at the Borgata (where she will be staying), and she's getting her tattoo. I love her to death, and it will be nice to spend time with her again, but honestly...3 full days seems a little excessive. I mean, there is NOTHING to do around here. And I'm hardly the party animal she is. So, I have no idea what we're going to do for all that time. Whatever...that's 5 months, and a lifetime away.

DC is supposed to be on Idol tomorrow. Doing a Stones cover. Woo. Hoo. Honestly, I will always love the boy, but I am not really thrilled with the idea of him just making his required appearance to do a lame-ass cover song, instead of one of the new songs he's supposed to have been writing since December.

Yes, yes...my attitude sucks over the last week. I can't really muster up much enthusiasm over anything. Work is slowly driving me mad, i am fucking exhausted, I'm stressed out over my dad and the million and one other problems I'm trying to deal with. I can't seem to escape into my head, or into a book like i have been the last year or so. And that fucking depresses me.