We watched the neighbor’s (actually her relatives) fireworks. It was amusing hearing some of the names. We also had burgers for dinner, but Mom in her finite wisdom though minced onions had to be put in the meat. WHY OH WHY MUST SHE BE SO FOOLISH?! I put some mustard on, and it tasted just fine. Tomorrow should be cool, as Marc, Davette, Barb, and I are going to do something to celebrate us getting jobs. That means I should be getting to bed in a little while, but I’ve become addicted to a little game known as blitzball. Don’t ask, don’t tell is the motto I’ll stick by for that one.