I fucking hate fireworks. It’s bad enough that we’ve got parents on our block who are letting their children blow their fingers off (and then don’t lose their children for being such idiotic parents), but of course now my sister’s cats are all jumpy, and she and I have to try to calm them down. I don’t mind the professional shows — I watch them on TV whenever I can — but what sense is there in allowing minors to try that shit?
I haven’t had a good sleep deprivation buzz going in a long time, but I’ve got a big one now. This is traditionally the time for me to the most idiotic things I could never think of when I’m actually thinking straight, so I think I’m going to bed early. Night night.