I keep wanting to mention how much I love Up, because it has the best animated dog ever, but that has to be saved for another entry because SHIT HAPPENS.

Last night my parents had a party — TJ's mom and her boyfriend, the neighbors, and mom's friend Fred and his girlfriend Julie were all here, and everyone was drinking and laughing. Blah blah blah, it goes on, and at two everyone (except me) is asleep... mostly. Four o'clock in the morning I get up to go the bathroom and finally lie down, and we get a phone call. My first sleepy thought is, "What idiot's calling us at four in the morning?" and then my second thought is, "Is it Kevin? No, I'm pretty sure he's in his room..."

He wasn't in his room. He fell asleep at the wheel while trying to drive home from his girlfriend's house.

My parents were pissed and I spent like an hour crying in my room. He's okay, but still my only thought was that he could have died, and we've been getting along so well and my parents could only think to be angry. They're better now, but I was so angry at them last night, I wanted to say, "I hope when I die, your first reaction is to be angry that I could do something so stupid, too."

I mean, I thought "it is pretty stupid" at first, because he worked all day and knew he'd be tired, and he was letting the fact that he wanted to see his girlfriend get the better of him. But I don't know how her family feels about him staying over, and our parents were drunk and would have been upset to be woken up anyway, and apparently he slept for four hours before trying to drive. He tried to be smart about it. And still all they could do was be angry that he was costing them money.

Like I said, they're better now. Dad went to see the damage and it won't cost much, and I think the fact that the first question everyone on site had for him was "Is he okay?" might have made him realize that should be his first concern, too. Mom hasn't mentioned it, but when I woke up she was laughing with Fred and Julie, so whatever.

And then I guess my mom went out with Fred to meet his friends while I was at the neighbor's, and they took Bo with them... and forgot him. I could hear him barking, and I knew he wasn't outside, but he sounded like he was in the garage... if I hadn't come home then, I don't know how long he would've been in there. He was shaking and afraid when he got out, the poor boy. He seems to be okay, but it's a fucking hot summery day and he was in there alone for an hour and no one thought "Where's Bo?" I'm really glad I did come back.