Bowling Night

Ok, it's bowling night again. The night ExN hangs with NS at neighbors house(my guess, I won't track to confirm) but it is hot here in the desert and my windows are open.

I can hear giggling and yelling from that general area. I had to close my kitchen window. It makes me sick. I don't even know if it's him for sure, because I refuse to go look at the cars parked outside.

Last Thursday is when I saw him driving by. I'll try not to go out tonight at around 11. I could be paranoid, but we all know what happens when we don't listen to our gut.

How fun for him to administer this subtle torture. I won't look, I won't look, I have no need to confirm what I already know..

I'm ill now.