Attempt 8

I now believe that there is no point in hoping that my life with my parents and at their house will ever be normal. Got news today that my dad was moving back. . . though he hasn't quit drinking. I asked my mom what happened to the idea that he wasn't coming back until he quit and she said he's working on it. So i asked her when he was going to stop... she said eventually. I responded by saying that I don't believe he will and she just said that's okay. Fucking hell. Just as soon as I have a little hope that things might be a little bit okay tonight... they just go back to shit. There's no point in hoping... It just makes the letdown too painful.

Work at 2 until 9, same tomorrow. Then maybe Toronto on Tuesday. I'm watching Bride of Chucky right now... what a fried movie...