I want snow boots now. I live in Southern California. SMH, brain. That's right, I am shaking your house. Let that be a lesson to you.

My dad just wandered out into the living room and turned on the TV. Crud, I have to go to the bathroom. If I leave my room now, I know he'll start in on me the moment my door creaks. And it's not like he'll be reasonable and notice that it's unfair for him to only think it's a problem you have and not something you are making a concerted effort to do when you have the "right" (read: his) kind of insomnia. I am so beyond over him declaring all my problems easy to solve. It wasn't "Just get a job, it's easy!" when he was unemployed, just sayin'. Can I wait him out?

Figures. Aside from this issue, I actually feel like I might be able to sleep right now. Ugh.

WTF is wrong with this bunny: It's like a rabtopus. That isht ain't right.

...It's a siggie.