September 11, 2007
9:00 pm

What's with this day? Why does it always have to be so bad? Like, a couple of years ago it was really bad - nation-wide bad, you know? - but this year it was "personal, close-to-family and family-bad." And not only today - which was really bad, yeah - but since Friday, too. I mean, there's what happened to me which I can deal with, but there was also Herbert having to...kill some vamps, which is really bothering him I think. And then there's Helen living in Marquette, which I found out about Sunday. I mean, I hope I've been wrong in my paranoia concerning her, but...urgh. Old habits die hard?

BUT! All that, while bad, isn't as bad as what happened last night (this morning?), though. I can't believe we were outside. How stupid are we? Apparently we're a lot stupid. We made it out of the, like, major battle against the vamps relatively unscathed. Well, Gee and I did...that wo- ...not everyone did. Anyways. We made it out of that relatively unscathed, and so we let our guard down and...bad stuff happened. I got out with some claw marks dug into my neck, but Gee? He's blind in one eye now! Why couldn't we have stayed in the frakking house?! Then Geo wouldn't have been hurt and, and...things would be good.

But no. Things are now bad, and mom and dad are alternating between disapproving and disappointed, and protective. And I can totally understand why. We...didn't go to Chicago, we've been hurt, we went outside though we shouldn't have, and Geo's now scarred - literally - for life. So all the emotions they're flinging at us totally make sense. ...doesn't mean they're not starting to wear on me, though. I wish school would start back up or something so I could get out of the house.

...I think the only thing I don't want to reset for the past, uh...five days? is the hatching of the ducklings. Herbert has Elda now, and I have Kit and Blade, who are just...ha. I like being their daddy. Mom and dad even like them, I think, and so does Geo. I brought them up to his room earlier to make introductions and stuff. Maybe I'll take them to the vet Friday for a checkup - I don't want them getting sick or whatever. No more bad news, right? Right.

Which I think should go for this entry, too. I'm going to end it before I write more bad stuff that has happened and depress myself or something. Nobody needs a depressed Sammy.

Note to self:

1. Move dream-catcher to Geo's room and make a black-pepper crescent moon at the end of his bed. No bad dreams about eye-stabbing for Geo.
2. Read book picked up from Nevermore and finish homework.
3. See if I can find Poppy's totem.