It's fortunate I'm leaving pretty soon for Rolla, cause otherwise I might freak out and kill someone. For not doing anything, my life is kind of stressful. It's all the getting things ready that's so annoying. Like getting Draper settled at my dad's. In and of itself, this isn't going too bad. But my father, well, he kind of won't listen to anyone about anything, so all our tips and little tricks fall on deaf ears. So he calls night after night about this problem or that problem, and no matter how many times we remind him that we already warned him this would happen, it doesn't matter.

And today, Draper got left home alone. Dad says he blocked it off so Drape can only get into the kitchen and garage, but I have a feeling he blocked it off with a fucking chair so Drape is probably running around the house in a panic because he's been left behind. We told Dad to take him on the road. Drape loves the car, and does so well, but Dad just wouldn't listen. So, when I talked to him, I said, "Well, when he makes a huge mess don't call us to complain. We warned you." Dad just laughed, and said he probably would still call. I responded, "Oh, great, so we can keep getting stressed out even though we tell you all these things in advance." Then I got hung up on. Awesome. I called him back and asked, basically, if I should go over there when Mom gets home for lunch and make sure my dog hasn't gotten into any chemicals, and Dad kept telling me it would be fine, he would be fine, don't worry about it. So, fine, I won't worry about it.

Thank God I'm going to Rolla in little over a week. I can't wait to be fair enough away that I can't do anything about anything.