I went home yesterday and found out that my mom needed someone to take Mr. Joe to school today because she was going to Philladelphia with Ann. I volunteered (deciding to stay overnight and take him in the morning), even though I made plans to see Madeleine. But I knew that Joe needed a ride and I was going to get some money for it, which I need. So Joe told me last night that he didn't want to go to school, but I didn't believe him. I didn't have my alarm clock with me, so I told Joe to wake me up in the morning. He said OK.

I woke up at quarter to 10. Obviously past the time to take Joe to school. I jumped out of bed and found Joe sleeping in his room. I said "Joe! Lets go to school!" He just said "Eric, what in the fuck, I don't want to go. Just leave." I was really mad at him because I knew that my parents were relying on me to take him. I felt like I needed to tell them what was going on. Obviously, I couldn't get ahold of my mother, so I called my dad at work. Not a good move. After I told him, he said that he was madder than I was and that he was mad at both of us. Great.

So, I feel a little pissed off right now, but there is really nothing to get overworked about. I guess I'm out of some cash, responsibility, and trust from my parents. Thats all.

I think Joe's going to get beaten when Dad gets home, but I don't think he cares.