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MMm. Tomato juice.


Anyhow. Looks like today will be spent taking Alison to the dentist and possibly a doctor's appointment.

More to follow...

skarlette and I haven't really had our schedules line up since I left Wooster...I miss her. Hopefully we'll have some time together soon.

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Aw, fardles.

Apparently Dad's reversed his "Oh, I don't care if the digital camera does CD-Rs or not" stance.

And we bought him a SD-card camera.

Of course, considering how he's acted of late....fuck it. He gets what we give him, and if he doesn't like it, he can sell it.

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( Stolen from Avylin! )

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Oh. Other minor thing today is that after Dad kept complaining about me having all my 'computer shit' where he told me to put it on the coffee table, because it would be 'in the way when people arrive for the holidays'. So now it's all on a semi-rickety card table next to the main computer. Bleh.

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Well....I wrote some of chapter 3.

2 paragraphs!

It's...a start. Besides, considering my dad's decided to start coming in here and hovering over my shoulder, not such a bad start.

I'm starting to wonder if his insistence was less to free up the coffee table, and more so I'd have to move my monitor to somewhere that more than just I can see easily.

*sigh* I've decided, I don't care -where- I am next year this time, Wooster, Chicago, NYC, Cleveland, Boston, whatever. I will NOT be coming back here for the holidays.

On the other hand, you're all invited to wherever I go.

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Yeah, so it's a little creepy when I'm sitting in here doing stuff, watching the widescreen FoTR DVD that my sister brought home with her, and then Dad comes, sits on the couch, pulls some pistols out of his safe and strarts cleaning them, and then dryfiring them?