For an almost pleasant change of pace, your sleep is filled with stress dreams about having to watch Barry's terrible band play a show. In one version of the dream, you're the only person in the audience. In another, Barry's bassist doesn't show up so you have to try to play the bass yourself, despite not knowing how.
You try to sleep in. It's futile. There's too much to do.
Downstairs, the doorbell rings. Something about it sounds particularly ominous this morning.
One look out the window reveals that Jack Peterson, Ashley's dad, is standing outside. He rings the doorbell again. He looks like he's ready to rip someone a new one. You're fairly confident that someone is you.
"Petzeiros .!" he shouts. "Show your face! You get out here right now!"
Your mom is already at work by now, and he's yelling so loud you know the neighbors must hear it. You have to shut him up, and now.