Jerkface.

I'm just going to stop answering the house phone. There's no point in it. The phone has already rang two times in the time I've been home, and normally if it rings a lot in one day, I'll answer at least one of them, maybe to give someone the idea that hey, Mark Powell does NOT live here and that you probably will never find him and get your money. I just answered and it was the Fire Department asking for donations, something about a softball game with the Jaguars. I talked to some old guy who sounded nice, so I didn't hang up or anything. He said that they just wanted our support at the game or something, and I was like ok, great, he's not asking for money, I can handle this. And then he said something about donations, and I said I had no money to give currently, and he hung up on me! Jerk! I was just trying to be nice...but not anymore. I refuse to answer. You can talk to my answering machine, fool.

I'm exhausted. Maybe it's time for a nap? Sounds good to me...