Not Dead, Just Lurking
I'm not dead, promise. I'm just lurking for the simple fact that I'm not sure I can talk to anyone without biting their heads off at this point.
Aside from the two glorious weeks my Mini Notebook decided to die on me (again) and the following week of having to undo my father's "assistance" (which is, actually, him setting up my computer, for himself to use) so I can tailor it to my needs/wants/desires, the long awaited promise of finally getting my bathroom remodeled to make the only bathtub in the house, a disabled-person-friendly bathing area, has finally begun.
No, literally--8 in the morning on Monday, March 10th when it was supposed to get done in January but was postponed to February due to outbreak of flu at CleanRite BuildRite. And all my dad can think about, is how it's disrupting his sleep and how I keep tying up his bathroom...yeah, and to make matters worse, the guy working on my bathroom on Tuesday found black mold in the walls. That's not the issue, because I'm honestly glad it was found and though we're not sure if it's the toxic kind or not, it's better safe than sorry.
However, the issue is that now I have to use the shower in my parents' bathroom and the last time I had to do that, my father reduced me to tears twice in 5 days (which led my to having a bloody nose almost every day, sometimes more than once during the next week or two) because he accused me of changing the settings on the hand-held shower head, that I can't even reach....so, needless to say, I've very hesitant about it and have broken down to just turn up my music and mentally flip him off because there's no other way around it.
That all being said, we have a concrete ramp setting up outside our front door, so we have to go through the spider-infested garage to get in and out at this point. And all this means, is that my plans to redo my room and get all the crap out, have to be put on hold yet again when it would have only taken two-three weeks at the most. But no, I have to be in a suffocating room because.....hgkhan;fha;hef;hag;hrng;ha;g
I'm going to read anime porn now....
Aside from the two glorious weeks my Mini Notebook decided to die on me (again) and the following week of having to undo my father's "assistance" (which is, actually, him setting up my computer, for himself to use) so I can tailor it to my needs/wants/desires, the long awaited promise of finally getting my bathroom remodeled to make the only bathtub in the house, a disabled-person-friendly bathing area, has finally begun.
No, literally--8 in the morning on Monday, March 10th when it was supposed to get done in January but was postponed to February due to outbreak of flu at CleanRite BuildRite. And all my dad can think about, is how it's disrupting his sleep and how I keep tying up his bathroom...yeah, and to make matters worse, the guy working on my bathroom on Tuesday found black mold in the walls. That's not the issue, because I'm honestly glad it was found and though we're not sure if it's the toxic kind or not, it's better safe than sorry.
However, the issue is that now I have to use the shower in my parents' bathroom and the last time I had to do that, my father reduced me to tears twice in 5 days (which led my to having a bloody nose almost every day, sometimes more than once during the next week or two) because he accused me of changing the settings on the hand-held shower head, that I can't even reach....so, needless to say, I've very hesitant about it and have broken down to just turn up my music and mentally flip him off because there's no other way around it.
That all being said, we have a concrete ramp setting up outside our front door, so we have to go through the spider-infested garage to get in and out at this point. And all this means, is that my plans to redo my room and get all the crap out, have to be put on hold yet again when it would have only taken two-three weeks at the most. But no, I have to be in a suffocating room because.....hgkhan;fha;hef;hag;hrng;ha;g
I'm going to read anime porn now....