I should have known better than to go to bobs on the fourth. THe only time I have a good time is when I go visit amanda and we head out west. Bob was insane this weekend. He keeps insisting that there is someone hanging out on his back stairs listening to his conversations. Which is fine. At times, it would not suprise me if that were true. But saturday and sunday nights, it was not true. I went all the way to the top of the steps and looked. No one was there. So, he destroyed my buzz and basically left me to my own devices. Then he didnt even take me to see the fireworks I had looked foward too. Fuck. I might have to see him at work to night and I am not sure how well that will go.