10/16 (Fri.)

Angus got all upset tonight because I compared him to a troll doll. It was kind of annoying, but also kind of funny. Only I didn’t let him know that, because he would only have gotten more upset.

What I’m really worried about is Dad. He is the one who usually keeps things fun, and he can always crack us up if things get too tense. But he has been moping around for the last few days, almost like Bennett.

If he starts dressing all in black, I’m really going to get nervous.

I asked Mom about him, but she didn’t want to talk about it. “Your father is going through a phase” was all she would say, though later I heard her mutter, “Why couldn’t he just have bought a red sports car?”

I know she’s really upset and distracted since she hasn’t even noticed how neat and clean my room is. That’s all thanks to Angus, of course, but I still would have liked it if she had said something about it.

I wish I knew what the heck is going on around here.