On June 5th 2008, at approximately three o' clock post-meridian, Eastern Daylight Time, I was unceremoniously abducted from my dad's house and forced into manual labor while my dad was at work ordering people around ( Read more... )

Well I got my rain.  It's a rather nice drizzle, fun to watch, not too humid...but I still can't help but guzzle caffeine on the basis that there's nothing to do here.  I had two coffees and a pepsi already.  At least I'm not mixing it with the gratuitous amounts of alcohol stashed about here ( Read more... )

As expected, my loving father was absent this fine, slightly overcast morning, and I was able to enjoy my coffee in a rather peaceful, tension-free environment.  It was then that I decided to rummage through my boxes of art supplies and see if I could do something productive ( Read more... )

I have 48 hours remaining until my rendered layouts are due and four days left before my dad picks me up.  I have no idea how the hell I'm going to get those damn things done.  Tibbett says at the rate I'm going my grades are high enough I'll be exempt from my speech final on Wednesday.  Nonetheless, I desperately need a hug.  And a decent meal.  ( Read more... )