Tired Again

It's 1 on a Saturday and I'm slacking hardcore of course. I'm going to Orlando for the night tonight to get the fuck away from my father. I am so sick of hearing about his nonsense and his tattoos and all of that shit. He's going to get the Opeth logo done on Monday and I will just want to cry. He knows nothing about them and this is the same band that he hated and wanted to leave during back when we saw them in 2006. My boss gave me an extra $50 on top of my check today for staying late and coming in early a lot this week which was pretty awesome. He was like "here, go have some fun tonight." I can't say I've ever had a boss like this but I really really enjoy it. Reaper somehow got locked outside last night so he's pretty calm today. He probably won't be doing that again any time soon if I had to bet. My father claims he never went outside last night but when I let the dogs out I know that I closed the glass door so I don't believe him. My father claimed that he couldn't find the cat so he assumed that he was in my room instead of looking or asking or anything. When I left for work this morning I saw him meowing at the screen door begging to come in. When he came in he darted to his bed and curled up there. That's about it for now.