September 17th, 2006

[xkcd] Rapture

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I'm tired. I'm achey. I'm still sick. My neck hurts. My head hurts. I have to finish cleaning up my room to my dad's satisfaction. Yeah. I'm 23 and have to clean MY room to my DAD'S satisfaction. Grrrreat.

Stephen's been a little pissy lately, but things haven't been going right for him. The order on his wood lathe was cancelled (out of stock) right after he'd ordered the tools for it. So now, he's gonna have tools but no lathe. Then his stretches have gone all wrong and his ears are looking pretty nasty. He's had to go back down to 20 and 10 mm instead of 22 and 12 mm I think. Poor babe.

I'm just ready to move out. I'm tired of dealing with everyone. I need my own space and my own solitude. Really.