Technically it's Saturday.

But I don't believe in moving on to the next day until I sleep, so it's still Friday night. Surprisingly, I'm not tired. I was dead tired driving home from babysitting but now I am wide awake. If only I could have driven safely instead of taking mini naps at every red light, and been tired now. I hate being the only one awake in the middle of the night with nothing to do.

I'm so relieved to be done with work. That means I can go get my paycheck cashed and see some of the effort I've put in this vacation. Tomorrow, Molly and Steven (Alex's cousin) and I are hanging out at Alex's house. Or should I say mansion? What kind of house has rooms FULL of tables set up year-round? Tomorrow I want to get fucked up on the huge collection of alcohol I saw in the kitchen and Steven's stash and play pool and watch movies and just have fun. As my last Saturday here, it better be worthwhile- especially since my mom wants to do stuff with the family Sunday and Monday. I'm dreading the "money talk" that my dad keeps talking about. And we really have to talk about the accident and what I'll do regarding that. And then I leave Tuesday! I can hardly believe it- it's so close. This break really rocketed by me. I feel like I've done nothing. But I've had an amazing time in the process though, and built up so many new memories.