note to Ericka, expanded to the internets
I slept on the couch because my room (still, as of right now) smells like paint. WOW, imagine that! But it's a comfy couch and by the fire, so.
My father started watching movies at midnight, and kept me up. He went to bed a bit after one.
Jason came downstairs to cook and talk to me (seeing as I was still awake, hey) at two in the morning. But he's making food, which meant I was hungry. Time-out was called for toast, then I finally got to sleep all by myself (and the dog) around three in the morning.
My father woke me up at God knows what time this morning to ask me if I wanted to go to sleep in his bed. Which, y'know, requires moving. He always gets up REALLY early, too.
However long after that he made breakfast and did the dishes, possibly using cymbals.
Then he decided to clean the pellet stove. I'm sleeping by the pellet stove, except by now it's sort of "deliriously half asleep what's that noise oh of COURSE he is."
Then my mother wanted to talk to me about airfare, which is nice, lovely really, but then an angel came unto her and she said "did your father wake you up?" "Yes, he cleaned the stove." "Of course he did." "It's okay, he was even louder in the kitchen." Then she let me sleep.
Then you called, and I ignored you. Both times. Sorry. ^^;; My dad's trying to get the vanity mirror off upstairs, Jason was drafted to help, and my self-appointed task is to call 911 if it breaks and slices someone's leg off.
My father started watching movies at midnight, and kept me up. He went to bed a bit after one.
Jason came downstairs to cook and talk to me (seeing as I was still awake, hey) at two in the morning. But he's making food, which meant I was hungry. Time-out was called for toast, then I finally got to sleep all by myself (and the dog) around three in the morning.
My father woke me up at God knows what time this morning to ask me if I wanted to go to sleep in his bed. Which, y'know, requires moving. He always gets up REALLY early, too.
However long after that he made breakfast and did the dishes, possibly using cymbals.
Then he decided to clean the pellet stove. I'm sleeping by the pellet stove, except by now it's sort of "deliriously half asleep what's that noise oh of COURSE he is."
Then my mother wanted to talk to me about airfare, which is nice, lovely really, but then an angel came unto her and she said "did your father wake you up?" "Yes, he cleaned the stove." "Of course he did." "It's okay, he was even louder in the kitchen." Then she let me sleep.
Then you called, and I ignored you. Both times. Sorry. ^^;; My dad's trying to get the vanity mirror off upstairs, Jason was drafted to help, and my self-appointed task is to call 911 if it breaks and slices someone's leg off.