I honestly do not know what possessed me to go to Chuckie Cheese's with everyone else. I managed to tune out all of the screaming children around me and got the most tickets I've ever gotten from the games before (176--I'm so lame). It got me a small can of Play-Doh, and it made me happy. I love Play-Doh. :3

Called Dad. It turns out he and Karen have moved in next door--in Brian's house. I could move back with them if I felt like, but I think I'd only add to the stress level, so I'll stay out of the way over here, no matter how much I dislike the people here (except Mom and Gram). OH OH and Dad said he'd give the Columbus show a shot. BITCHIN'. *does a jig* That'd be all the Christmas present I need for the next ten years. :D

He said they threw most of our stuff away. I wonder what they ended up taking off to clean? I wonder if my computer's okay, with my fantastic LJ icon collection, fabulous Beatle-photo collection, and buddingly-fabulous Who-photo collection? I miss paging through all of those icons. And I miss lying down in my own bed to watch TV. Everything's out of the room now except for a mattress, two empty guitar cases, and a bunch of plastic hangers. I hope our records are okay, too. I bet I'd have a bitch of a time trying to find all of those records Dad had in those crates.

I know it's only stuff, and I'm actually kinda glad most of it is gone. Most of it, I wanted to get rid of. But a few things--the records, the player, the videotapes Dad spent hours recording--have so much sentimental value, and I miss them very much.