• Tried to talk to my mom tonight.  She was helping out making dinner (noodles, and my favorite kind!), and when I got my bowl, I thanked her.  She mumbled something, maybe something like don't thank her, thank my Grandmother 'cause she did it.  Worth a shot.
• I ate a huge bowl of noodles, but then 90 minutes later I have a hunkering for a banana?  It may be because my Grandmother wanted me to eat one last night and I never got around to it because I instead ate the cupcake she shoved in my face as well as the banana, but I should've been full.  Instead I had hunger pains and I wolfed that banana down.
• All I wanted to do is grab my can of Coke and Sprite for drinking late at night.  It's something I've been doing now for the past few weeks, and even though it's bad for me, I love it.  Anyway, I get intercepted by my Father, who wanted to talk to me about some of the Vegas condos he's in the process of buying.  Talked about association fees and the problems of getting people to rent them enough times to make a profit.  I didn't mean to -- with My Fucking Mother still not talking to me I still need him as an ally -- but all this boring talk made me sleepy.  I'm still on Zurich time, and even though I've been battling to change my internal clock, I suddenly felt the need to pass out around this time again.  I don't know if I pissed him off when I yawned, but he immediately stopped talking to me and ordered me to bed.  Whatever.  I just hope he doesn't take it personally, like he usually does.
• I get very angry when I'm tired.  My Grandmother said earlier in the evening that she wanted help with calling overseas at around 12:30 or 1.  Well, after coming back up from downstairs and retrieving my drinks, I did fall asleep, only to be awakened by my Grandmother tapping on my door.  I shouted, "OK!  OK!" but I knew that she was right.  I just hope I didn't wake anybody up downstairs.
• I also have had horrible timing as of late.  After helping her call Hong Kong (and someone picked up, thank God, 'cause I couldn't stand trying to explain what "voicemail" is to her fucking again), I went back to my room, only to be able to hear her loud and clear from her bedroom.  So I walk all the way to her room in order to shut the door.  I decide to use the bathroom to pee, and as I sit down on the shitter, I hear her hang up the phone.  Fuck you, Grandmother, you make me go all the way to the other side of the house to close the door only for you to immediately end your call?!  (I wasn't so angry, however, after I left the bathroom because she wanted my help calling her friend in Australia.  Maybe she didn't want to talk so much on the phone because she had a second call to make.)
• More bad timing: I was listening to "A-Punk" by Vampire Weekend on my satellite radio, and as they get to the break where the lead singer shouts "eh-eh-eh-eh!" a part I like, my radio loses reception.  It's like all those times I'm looking forward to a plot twist or the introduction of a guest on a talk show and my parents and/or Grandmother knocks on the door asking me for something.  Always fucking happens.  Always.
• Man, masturbating to porn is like a full-time job, but one I love to work on!  Unfortunately, Reality Kings, my usual go-to company was on the fucking fritz again.  Tonight I wanted to browse through the latest pages of Money Talks, but their pages kept fucking up.  One time I'd see it, I'd click on a photo or video and it'd say "404 - Page Not Found," then it would reload after I give it a couple minutes, then I click and it would say there's no page again, then I'd go back and see computer code gibberish, then I'd see the page again but with all the images x-ed out/broken.  It took me a half goddamn hour to see all the latest videos from Money Talks.  What the fuck is wrong?