It was an interesting Fourth of July. I don’t care much for the patriotism. I think it’s nationalistic and creepy. It’s not fun or fair for the workers in the service industry who have to deal with the crowds. Saw someone wearing a Trump shirt at the grocery store yesterday. His daughter looked as unhappy to be with him as she would be a mangy stranger. We hung out at Marie’s parent’s house again. Swam, ate burgers and hot dogs, played corn hole. We left late and got home around 1:00am. Marie didn’t talk to me on the way home because she was mad at me. I told her I didn’t want to spend the night days ago and she tried to lateral me in—wait so late that I wouldn’t drive. I want to sleep in my own bed on my days off.