Blogging seems like a very distant interest of the past now. I can hardly get motivated enough to write this tiny post.

Although there are many things from my childhood that I still retain. I still watch Clifford, The Big Red Dog, I still enjoy putting together jigsaw puzzles, and I still relish a good afternoon nap. Ah old habits die hard.

I would normally summarize interesting things about my day, but that would mean revealing terribly intimate details about myself. Hardly a good idea. My sense of humor has decayed. Like fossils in a museum.

Oh yeah. Relationships are hard. I remember why I don't bother making friends with people. Commitments make me shiver.

With the first day of college looming, my relationship with both of my parents seem to get more excruciating by the seconds. Everytime my dad talks to me I keep conjuring in my head the image of a hammer slowly pounding away my brains into mush. It's a very sordid state of affairs. I don't know what I'm going to do for a whole month. Climb a tree and set up camp? God knows there are no hiding places in my house. It's a haven for critters, but not humans. I highly suspect that there are bedbugs in my mattress. I keep waking up to bug bites, which are annoying and unsightly. Plus the mouse problem is still a prevalent issue in the house that's not being taken cared of. Annoying shit. This summer seems to highlight everything I hate about my house, my parents, and my life. Maybe it's the heat. Maybe it's the unsettling feeling of ending an ugly chapter of my life. I'm not too sure. And I'm not sure I care. I'll let this summer waste away by itself.

That's all for now. Maybe more tomorrow.

ARE YOU DONE READING DR. BARRY?