Sunday, February 10, 1985 (age 13)


Oh no! Four days until "Doomsday". Help! I am never going to get through that day in one piece.
TODAY what happened was - we were washing the car, and if I washed a place that had already been washed but looked dirty - Mom would boom out "I already washed that place goddammit! Wash those whitewalls and I want to see them WHITE! And if they're not - you're going to do them AGAIN!" So after 45 minutes of that, she made me wash the windows, and when I wiped the outside to get the water off - man, shit just went off the hook!