I live.

Have not yet finished those requests, though I'm totally working on them. My mother just got her knee worked on, and thus I get to drive her around and grab stuff for her and all that fun stuff.

However! I have the house to myself until Wednesday. *is dogsitting while parents visit other children* So far I have used it to watch more Mock The Week than is probably healthy (this being my third time watching the whole series through....) , sleep, reread Kuroshitsuji (Why did I not truly notice how devastatingly pretty Sebastian can be?) and clean.

Usually when someone leaves the house for a few days it's the parents cleaning up after the kids. My family apparently is the other way around. *sigh* Ah well. I will force some order into this chaos called a house. And if they don't like my organization, well, they're obviously unable to create any of their own so they can go fuck themselves.

Not that I intend to tell my parents that, or at least in that phrasing. . That would end badly, probably in a homicide. Though whose I'm not sure.

Also: Father. I understand if you're a pyromaniac. That's okay. I had to get the genes from somewhere and it wasn't from Mom. But for the love of fuck we have like six million candles in the house. Most of them half-burnt and then shoved onto a shelf. you have a problem.

So. Back to request scribbling! ...fuck I have emails to write...