Great. Now I'm 15. My email inbox tells me that about a dozen people or so have sent me birthday wishes. And that's nice. But noone at my house acknowledged that it was my birthday at all. In fact, I was treated with hostility as usual. God I hate it here. My mother spazzes out over nothing. And I mean NOTHING. One time, she threw a remote at me because I had moved the newspaper that was sitting on the table an inch. An inch. Today was basically a wreck. As of 11:00 last night, she's been constantly screaming at me because she has the notion that I took her digital camera. Fuck. I have an older sister (20 years old) and a younger brother (11 years old) that could also have taken it, but she immediately jumps to the conclusion that I took it. And she was VIOLENTLY mad about it. Slamming stuff around. That includes people. But it's not all so bad; I found a nickel today.