Monday, Dec. 2, 1991

My holiday wasn’t exactly great. My mom, Willie, and I ate dinner at the hospital. I was…well, gross is a good word. We left and went to the house where mom proceeded to tell me how much of a wreck the house was. She should’ve sen it the week before. Then, we went to see "For the Boys". Two hours and twenty minutes of disappointment. It just wasn’t what I thought it would be. My mom and I just aren’t getting along. It is driving me up the wall!