rargh! rage!

[mimesere]

OH MY GOD, WHY CAN'T I HAVE A DAY IN WHICH I DO NOTHING?

*cries*

ETA: The "conversation" went something like this--

Mom: "Why are you just sitting there?"
Me: "Er."
Mom: "Why aren't you doing something?"
Me: "I'm watching Rugrat for Sister."
Mom: "You never do anything around here."
Me: "OMGWTF."

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<lj-user "mimesere">, you'll love this.

I have just decided that since my thesis is due next wednesday I'm taking a week at my uncle's mansion of awesome.

This may or may not have to do with being gently reproved at five o'clock in the morning for having left a cupboard door ajar in the kitchen. (I hadn't) I shut it and in passing mentioned that It Wasn't Me.

All finished, right?

THAT EVENING, when I got home at 9.30, I get drawn aside, and Dad says, in that reasonable tone, as ever: ' You know, we all live in this house together. If you see a cupboard door ajar, you should shut it'*

He'd been brooding about it ALL DAY.

Yes dad. Of course. Something just quietly imploded in my brain. If you don't mind, I'll just go over here into the corner and rock gently for a while.

*as opposed to say, calling your daughter away from her thesis to 'mention' that it's not a proper way to live, cupboard doors all awry or dishes not-put-away, perhaps? Do I sound bitter?.