Friday

Dreaming...dreaming..."So, how many pizzas do you want?", says the guy at the counter. Then I hear a familiar voice saying, "No, let's put that over there." In my mind, something is yelling at me, "WHERE DID THAT VOICE COME FROM?" Suspicions arrise. Then I hear that voice again over my dream, "Here, let me help you." ARGH! Where is that coming from. Then I realize that the voice is my half-sister-in-law's voice. Recognition flashes.WHAT?I quickly tossed aside the bedsheets and jumped up and open the door. Almost slamming my two nephews in the process. Realization...My nephews had brought an invadsion force and was taking over my house! NO. That couldn't be it. Rather, they were coming down from Merritt Island to escape from the impending hurricane.In my mind, I remind myself to curse at the hurricane when I get a chance. Right now, I'm barely trying to type this journal, let alone, stay alive. Thankfully, (or unfortunately for their parents), they have discovered modern gaming technology, and that helps in pacification greatly.Oh yes, and as Jon reminds me, I ate bacon.The point I'm trying to get across, is that the hurricane (no not my nephews, although whenever they leave my house, people remark that it might have been hit by a hurricane) is going to annoy me. And not just me. EVERYBODY IN FLORIDA. All I can hope now, is that the hurricane doesn't do as much damage as possible, because my parents have friends (incidentally "aunts and uncles" but not by relation) who could be better off. Well, my parents are treating Hurrican Frances like Earthquake Frances, because we've stuffed all the objects that could possibly be thrown around (as if in a tornado) and all the stuff that can break and fall down (as if in a earthquake) into little boxes which I do not know where they came from. MY MOM IS PARANOID.She just won't admit it.The End.