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Why do I always feel like I've got a hangover after the season premiere of Supernatural?
No, I was not drinking. But next week? I probably will.
Okay, I have a plan now. I'm going to drink during the episode and write my own by-the-minute reaction post. It's something I've thought about doing since last season, but I know a few other people who do the same, and I didn't want to seem like I was copying them. My drunken ramblings should be interesting, anyway.
I'm going to visit my parents next weekend if Joe doesn't have to work.
I've lived here more than a year. My dad hasn't visited me once. In some ways, i'm frustrated by that, but I'm also relieved.
Every conversation I've had with him these last few months has been the same.
"Why don't you have a couch?"
"We don't have room for a couch. We have chairs. It's not like we sit on the floor."
Well, we finally do have a couch, but I don't even feel like mentioning it to him because then he'll just say something like, "It's about damn time. How the hell do you expect to have people over?"
The fact is? We don't. We're not exactly the most social people, but even if we were? The house is really small. We've even decided not to have another kid until we can buy a house of our own.
ETA: Linus is bored. He's grabbing his own noseright now and going, "Hooonk." I have a weird child.
No, I was not drinking. But next week? I probably will.
Okay, I have a plan now. I'm going to drink during the episode and write my own by-the-minute reaction post. It's something I've thought about doing since last season, but I know a few other people who do the same, and I didn't want to seem like I was copying them. My drunken ramblings should be interesting, anyway.
I'm going to visit my parents next weekend if Joe doesn't have to work.
I've lived here more than a year. My dad hasn't visited me once. In some ways, i'm frustrated by that, but I'm also relieved.
Every conversation I've had with him these last few months has been the same.
"Why don't you have a couch?"
"We don't have room for a couch. We have chairs. It's not like we sit on the floor."
Well, we finally do have a couch, but I don't even feel like mentioning it to him because then he'll just say something like, "It's about damn time. How the hell do you expect to have people over?"
The fact is? We don't. We're not exactly the most social people, but even if we were? The house is really small. We've even decided not to have another kid until we can buy a house of our own.
ETA: Linus is bored. He's grabbing his own noseright now and going, "Hooonk." I have a weird child.