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Feb. 9th, 2014 07:19 pmWell, I was going to get some writing done today, until the router got unplugged and we got kicked out of anywhere that isn't the bedroom. Again. This is the third day in a row.
I understand he has to work from home. The roads are terrifying right now. I don't understand why he can't treat us like adults.
He didn't even tell us when he was done an hour ago, and never bothered plugging the router in until a few minutes ago. We only found out he was done because he started banging around in the kitchen, pissed off that I hadn't made dinner yet. On top of that, he cleaned out the freezer of the last of the stuff that I can eat, leaving behind everything that I'm allergic to.
Robin Hood had words with him about this, and his response was that I should have got to it faster, because it's "first come, first serve" here. One, fuck him, and two, faster than what? The shopping was just done YESTERDAY.
And now there's no fuckin point in even making dinner right now, unless I feel like making it just for myself. Which I don't. So whatever. I'll just sit here and be hungry until he goes to bed, and then I'll find something I can actually eat. Woo, pasta again for me.
I understand he has to work from home. The roads are terrifying right now. I don't understand why he can't treat us like adults.
He didn't even tell us when he was done an hour ago, and never bothered plugging the router in until a few minutes ago. We only found out he was done because he started banging around in the kitchen, pissed off that I hadn't made dinner yet. On top of that, he cleaned out the freezer of the last of the stuff that I can eat, leaving behind everything that I'm allergic to.
Robin Hood had words with him about this, and his response was that I should have got to it faster, because it's "first come, first serve" here. One, fuck him, and two, faster than what? The shopping was just done YESTERDAY.
And now there's no fuckin point in even making dinner right now, unless I feel like making it just for myself. Which I don't. So whatever. I'll just sit here and be hungry until he goes to bed, and then I'll find something I can actually eat. Woo, pasta again for me.
