*collapses*

The father is home after a week away playing golf. How can I tell the father is home? I'm sitting upstairs on my laptop instead of being downstairs watching Red Dragon which I've wanted to see for ages. Yes ladies and gentlemen, my father is an asshole. I look forward to the day he moves permanantly onto the golf course. Wouldn't make much difference; the brat spends most of his time there anyway.



Work was okay today, busy enough to make the time go quickly but now my feet hurt. And my legs hurt. And I want to go to sleep, only it's far too early to go to sleep on a Saturday. Still it's appealing; I'm not quite awake enough to be constructive and the coffee is all downstairs with Him. Fuckit. I might go to bed.

Going to see Troy tomorrow. Mixed dread and excitement. If all else fails will simply enjoy the eye candy - there's *plenty* of that.

Don't feel well and can't work out why. Actually I think bed may be the best place for me. :-/ Tears of Heaven screams to be worked on and I *want* to but I think I'd be doing more harm than good if I tried to fic right now.

I was enjoying Red Dragon. Stupid man.

Ugh. I think I'll go nap for a while until I'm in a better mood. *sighs* I need coffee.