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dolariIt's been a semi-busy day.
I woke up to find my mom frantically putting together a bunch of party favors for tomorrow's quincan~iera. Cooking chores came down to me, for once. Mom, anticipating a budget crunch, bought 30 days of "old" meat fro mthe groceries, so we had burgers. And after forever and a day without good protien-based food, those burgers hit the damned spot.
It also meant that mom was:
1) Willing to let me near her stove to cook, meaning I'm now officially a better person than I was when I left home.
2) Way too busy to push me outta the way and take over.
I wouldn't doubt #2, myself.
The rest of the day was spent drawing the next episode of A Wish for Wings. I REALLY want to know what it is about the sharpening of pencils that causes my dad to call me into his room and demand a dissertation. This time, I had to grab a globe and show him ALL the mulism states.
Erin called me. She realizes the bad spot I'm in, and she's giving me a way out of here. At least for a weekend. She'd very worried that I'm going to gone cmopletely insave here. Frankly, I worry about that, too. Don't worry, Erin. I'm going to call you as soon as my brain frazzles.
Tomorrow is Friday. My parents are going out for the evening, and I'm gonna run out and explore the city again. Maybe, just maybe, I'll take off and go to Center Point...go for a nice long extended ride. Parents permitting, of course.
I woke up to find my mom frantically putting together a bunch of party favors for tomorrow's quincan~iera. Cooking chores came down to me, for once. Mom, anticipating a budget crunch, bought 30 days of "old" meat fro mthe groceries, so we had burgers. And after forever and a day without good protien-based food, those burgers hit the damned spot.
It also meant that mom was:
1) Willing to let me near her stove to cook, meaning I'm now officially a better person than I was when I left home.
2) Way too busy to push me outta the way and take over.
I wouldn't doubt #2, myself.
The rest of the day was spent drawing the next episode of A Wish for Wings. I REALLY want to know what it is about the sharpening of pencils that causes my dad to call me into his room and demand a dissertation. This time, I had to grab a globe and show him ALL the mulism states.
Erin called me. She realizes the bad spot I'm in, and she's giving me a way out of here. At least for a weekend. She'd very worried that I'm going to gone cmopletely insave here. Frankly, I worry about that, too. Don't worry, Erin. I'm going to call you as soon as my brain frazzles.
Tomorrow is Friday. My parents are going out for the evening, and I'm gonna run out and explore the city again. Maybe, just maybe, I'll take off and go to Center Point...go for a nice long extended ride. Parents permitting, of course.
