Stuff....
University is hectic. I definitely don't remember it being this much hard work.
Finished reading D. Gray-Man. The scans on Onemanga are poo but at least they're mostly legible. I hadn't realised I'd run out until I got the "Chapter 177 is not yet available" message. When you can run through fifty chapters a day, easily, it seems really, really short.
I need to get back on at mother and see if she's done her financial info for the student loans company yet. It's been over a week now since I told her about it, but I'm putting off phoning her. This whole bullshit with me being my parent's responsibility no matter where I live on account of being under 25 is annoying.
Mother texted me last night, actually, sending me one of those round robin messages that she always forwards to her entire phonebook. I replied with something snarky, and then she says that she should have said that to my Uncle when he sent it to her in the first place. I agree, offering up an even snarkier response, at which point I get the reply "Tell him that now, I'll give you his number" and then she does.
She actually wanted me, at eleven at night, to send the response to her little brother that she hadn't been quick enough to think of at the time.
I lack the words.
Finished reading D. Gray-Man. The scans on Onemanga are poo but at least they're mostly legible. I hadn't realised I'd run out until I got the "Chapter 177 is not yet available" message. When you can run through fifty chapters a day, easily, it seems really, really short.
I need to get back on at mother and see if she's done her financial info for the student loans company yet. It's been over a week now since I told her about it, but I'm putting off phoning her. This whole bullshit with me being my parent's responsibility no matter where I live on account of being under 25 is annoying.
Mother texted me last night, actually, sending me one of those round robin messages that she always forwards to her entire phonebook. I replied with something snarky, and then she says that she should have said that to my Uncle when he sent it to her in the first place. I agree, offering up an even snarkier response, at which point I get the reply "Tell him that now, I'll give you his number" and then she does.
She actually wanted me, at eleven at night, to send the response to her little brother that she hadn't been quick enough to think of at the time.
I lack the words.