April 13th, 2003


I need an exit.

And not just in a Matrix-esque sense. Two and a half days in and I really no longer think coming back was good idea save for the money. The booze is helps mollify that but the wine was last night and the vodka the night before that. Tonight, I'm dry. Today has made me want to get back in the damn car and drive the fuck away from here back to Staffs. I can't fucking deal with this much longer.

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In other news, I'm getting rather narked[1] about the lack of privacy here. I doubt any of you have this problem, but there are two lockable doors in this house. The front door and the back door. I've already had to call out five times as I've been on the bog and one of @PARENTS has forgotten I'm home. No lock on my room either. Nowhere I can get out of the way of said array without the chance of them or my brother (on the off chance he might be home for more than one hour these next two weeks) barging in on me wherever I am. I need to go out tomorrow and convince @PARENTS of the joy of locks.

Other thoughts... I was watching TV aimlessly earlier, having managed to get out of the way of the decorating going on. I caught an episode of the old X-Men cartoon[2]. Not as good as Evolution, but hell, it was worth it for something. Some of the aircraft designs are damn nice, make me want to get working on my Shock game. Hoppers, hovercraft, aircraft, jets... the police are going to end up with Power Projects tactical assault suits if I can at all wangle it. I likes me my power armour. Then again, I look around at the stifling, boring crap I have to put up with here at home and I have to ask if I could have survived without escaping into fantasy worlds. Probably not.

Oh, and I've been told I should go waste two days doing odd jobs for my grandparents. For free. Because @PANTHEON forbid someone that earns money for working normally spend some time they ain't getting paid for doing crap work when I can waste time that would otherwise only be doing much-needed work that I don't get paid a single penny for but that needs doing so that I can pass this fucking degree. Bah.

[1]: There's an `r' in there. Though I may occasionally write these missives in the buff, I don't tend to advertise it... unless, of course, I'm aiming to pique the interest of the straight-female-or-benny part of my readership and the disgust of the rest.
[2]: The Phalanx Covenant, 1&2
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