Truce

Well, it seems like Steven's parents have extended us the proverbial olive branch for now. Evidently, his mother, in a fit of maternal love and charity, bought us both socks. Spaulding socks, no less. Mine are all coloured and stuff. She also gave us a box of Hamburger Helper.

Mercury is definitely in retrograde.

I presume Steven must have defined what "emergency" is to them, as well, because they no longer call at 4am to see what's going on. Because, you know, if I'm going to have hot monkey sex with their son, it would be at 4am, when I could be sleeping blissfully. Yep. Especially on days when I have 8am classes. I like no sleep.

So, I guess there is hope that they will someday realise that I, in actuality, do not have fangs and grow hair in funky places as soon as the full moon rises. Perhaps I actually might like their son for who he is, rather than being the brazen floozy and homewrecker they presumed I was. I'm still not holding my breathe, though.

Classes = over for the day and I'm going to take a nap, now having wolfed down some pizza. I slept like hell last night and I have no idea why. I was achy, actually, and no matter which way I moved, I could not get comfortable. I should have taken some Tylenol, but it never clicked. I knew how rotten the rain from the storm would make me feel. Dumb, dumb, dumb...

I need that nap now.