A moment ago, I thought I heard a woman’s voice talking softly behind me. I assumed that it was because the tv was on. About a minute later I turned to talk to Adam about something, and realized that the tv wasn’t on. He’s reading a book on the couch. It felt a bit weird.
In other news… One of Sera’s back toenails got ripped out somehow last week. We haven’t been letting her out since then because of it. Today, Dayle got stupid freaky and beat on her for a while, and now the ripped toenail wound is open again. We came home from Adam’s grandfather’s birthday party to find blood on the carpet and the kitchen floor. Good thing it cleans up easily. Sera seems fine, though, she’s just moving slower than she usually does. Dayle, on the other hand, looks quite insane.
I learned today that Orthodox Jewish families don’t use toilet paper on the sabbath. Something about tearing paper being a form of work and all work is forbidden on the sabbath. I suppose, since I was in an orthodox house, I could’ve been respectful and not used toilet paper myself… but I guess I’m just a disrespectful bitch. I tore paper. But hey, I’m not an orthodox jew, so I don’t think the rule really applies to me. And no one escorted me to the bathroom to make sure I didn’t use it.
Religion makes little sense to me sometimes.
Dayle has been staring at Adam’s hand for five minutes. He’s starting to creep me out a bit. I think he’s lost what little sanity he had left.