I woke up around 2:30am on Sunday morning thinking Adam was finally wandering in from Prom.
When I got up to ask him how the dance went I came face to face with someone trying to steal my egg gem collection!
Don’t mess with my egg gems. I took that bitch down! The cops came but they were useless. The woman ran right past them out the door.
When I woke up next time it was 9am and Adam was working on his latest comic book. He’s really becoming well-known in the nerd community and his comics are bringing in a bit of money.
We both agreed that from now on I was the sole chef of the house. We had a good laugh about the horrible waffles but money is tight and we cannot afford to be wasting food.
Adam went and got himself cursed by the fortune-teller and it’s really causing us some financial problems. Every morning at 12:01 AM my bank account hits $0. It doesn’t matter how much money was in there, it is immediately drained.
Which usually leaves me with no way to purchase groceries, pay bills, or pay for the procedure tomorrow.
I headed down to Mom’s gallery to sell some of my photos from my trip. I hoped they wouldn’t sell today but tomorrow morning so that the money would still be worth something.
I also donated some of my relics to the museum area Mom set up in one wing of the gallery.
I figured while I was out I should go and visit my parents and meet my new sister, Ericka.
I was happy to see Dad looking well despite of the cancer. Mom was still fuming that he hadn’t told her and they spent my whole visit arguing. I didn’t even get a chance to hug Dad or talk to Mom.
I went upstairs to meet Ericka and was shocked to find that the kid looked just like me. Purple skin, black hair, her eyes were a blue-green that hinted at my own.
I couldn’t help but wonder if the thing in my body would look like me. I put Ericka back in her crib and got the hell out of that house before I did something I would regret tomorrow.
I ran home and threw Adam in the car. I needed some normalcy to life and the Fall Festival was just the place for that.
I think Adam got that because he suddenly had a take no prisoners attitude with the festival games. He beat me at the pie eating contest.
He beat me at apple bobbing. He would have beaten me at the mechanical bull, too but I refused to ride it.
We picked pumpkins for carving. Adam made sure to grab a few extra so that we could use them for food. Smart kid. He’s learning!
Granny Liddy and Aunt Holly were also at the festival that night and we had a picnic and caught up with each other. It was weird that Granny wasn’t pregnant since that’s how I always remember her when I was growing up.
Finally we got home after midnight. Adam and I carved our pumpkins and ignored the fact that we were both exhausted. Tomorrow would come too soon if we slept.
I carved a boring pumpkin while Adam got a little silly with his. We stuck them out in front out the house even though Halloween was over a week away.
Adam finally made it to bed at 3 in the morning. I felt bad because he’d be so tired at school. I wasn’t the least bit sleepy.
Tomorrow was going to suck.