Plans
I was actually planning to be unconcious by 8, and was actually up for it to do so, but mom hadn't gotten home yet so my family instincts went worry mode. Now, it's half past 8 and then some. I'm awake, alertly so. Mom's home, and would prolly keep me awake till the wee hours of the nite, so the plan's as good as busted. I hate making plans cause they end up all screwy. Mom's yelling again. Not a good sign. There are times I hate my siblings. Who doesn't at some point? B was impressed by my theoretical BS (well, perhaps) and now I deflate from thinking too much. I love contemplating life with people, unfortunately when I do, I usually end up forgetting what the hell my point was all about. It's like I break off a piece of me and it goes away. That's bout it, hungry.