The main floor of my house is freezing.  Dad's taking his sweet ass time finishing the living room and the folia. He's been plastering and painting since I've gone back to class in September.  At least he put some wood in the fireplace, though it doesn't do much for warmth it does add to the atmosphere.  Rush Hour 3 is also on the TV thanks to Dad ( Read more... )

 I've come to realize that I have a bit of a trend going on here on my lj.  Why do I write a ton of entries at the beginning of the month and then slowly wither down to a sparse one or two near the end?

Ah, contemplating life's mysteries as I wait for Daddy dearest to return with my egg & cheese on a croissant.

 I wish I understood html and customizing stuff better, I'm kind of a failure with that stuff. I got to go e-mail my aunt some pictures from xmas because my dad just remembered he never did it himself. Ah, fathers.  Actually, I'm going to go and see if he'd done with the computer downstairs so I can take over haha.

I woke up to Phoebus snuggled against me and being told that Dad brought home fresh bagels.

There's no better way to wake up.