Then of course my dad comes in and goes off at me for being rude to her and for being a lazy waste of space. Then of course he tells me that the matter is over and there shouldn't be any quibbles because we should be "amicable". Sure, I can be fucking amicable as well if I ignore everything even close to the truth in pursuit of some excuse to rant at something for something they didn't do. And to prove how non-petty they are, they're... sat in the next room from me, watching the same as I am on a cheap portable telly and not talking at me when I attempt communication. What the fuck is wrong with these people that I'm supposedly descended from? Grargh.
Went looking at more bikes earlier. Have an idea of which to get.
Other than that, nothing to report. Go comment on the damn thought-construct evocation stuff, or something else that requires you to use your brain before commenting. This moronic shit doesn't warrant comments.
