I can't believe it, but I'm kind of relieved my Father has come home from Vegas. Probably it's because I'm tired of fighting with my Mother, who really pissed me off over dinner. I cut off some pieces of a rotisserie chicken, she complains that there needs to be more, I look at all the other food she's preparing and so I tell her I assumed she was eating something else. So she calls me selfish. Bitch.

And then we talk about other stuff like we got over it. And we sort of did. And then she interrupts my sleep. And then we'll probably just get along again tomorrow. Weird. Or is that just living with family?

My allergies are acting up, too. Dammit. ...