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Marquette was good. Did I say I was going to Marquette? Anyway, I did, with Ali, to visit Bree. But I came home tonight and got an 11:30 reminder of shit I don't want or need in my life, and now I can't sleep for fear that something that wasn't my fault is going to permanently unhinge my father's trust in me and therefore my social life for the time being. And I'm angry, at people who don't need my anger mixing with their sadness, and frustrated that I have to be fucking with things like dead heroin addicts who were other peoples' friends and who I didn't know or have anything to do with outside of inadvertantly hanging out with them the night before they died. Calls from the damn police and this isn't what my life is supposed to be like and I don't want it.

It's a gorgeous night out, and maybe I'll go do some night photography because I'm sure as fuck not sleeping. But I can't sleep in tomorrow, because that will just make his mood worse for the forthcoming interrogation.