I'm home sick today. My father allowed me to watch TV while I was home, which is very lucky for me. I think I'm having a lucky day. I'm feeling a lot better than yesterday, and I'm glad to have the house to myself. I fancy listening to Tool and watching King of The Hill, instead of doing the schoolwork that I should be. I threw up last night and this morning, so I won't be going to scouts, but I'll be alright. Orange juice tastes bad when it goes down after dinner goes up. My fathers girlfriend dyed her hair once more, a nice gray colour, making her seem like a very sad old lady. She's fat, too. It looks rather ugly, but I have not the heart to tell her. She'd see it as disrespect, and tell my father, breaking his little streak of being nice to me.
I know why he's being so nice. He's insecure. He's scared that I'll find out the truth of the matter, that his parenting sucks and so does he. He's worried about me growing independent and cold towards him, as he did to his own folks. I think that's very dumb. I think he sees too much of himself in me, and that causes him to act more violent towards me. I find that silly. He should really get back on his meds.
Anyways, my dad's hag of a girlfriend is feeding the cats. She named them. There's three. A teeanger, and two kittens; a white-and-black one, and a black-and-white one. She calls the teen Boots and the kittens Fred and George Weasly. I think those names are quite silly for such noble hunters. I shall call the big one Dobrovolsky, the white one Francesco, and the black one Pythagoras. I think they will like those names much more.
I've been watching a lot of Rick and Morty and Bob's Burgers. Futurama too. My family has left me alone for three hours and counting, off to some store, I was told. I've been eating all of their snacks because of that crazy amount of time it took for them to head to Food Lion.
My dad's been nicer than usual. It's really confusing me. He went from a dictator to Mr. Rodgers in an instant. My sister is coming home today and I have tomorrow off for a dentist appointment. Lucky seven!
Always, Michael.