It's no wonder I have insomnia as bad as I do out here. Marlon's dad gets so fucked up on his meds that he does stupid shit, like take the lid off a giant jar of spagetti sauce, or destroys an entire pan of scallop potatoes, and even turns the oven on, and he doesn't even remember doing it. It's no wonder I can't sleep. Who could, wondering what kind of shit he's going to do again, or what he's going to get into. God it's so frustrating. All I want is one night's decent sleep. When he was in the hospital, the house was clean, and I was sleeping. Not great, but not bad either. Geeze....something needs to change before I go insane....