When The Cat's Away ...

Assuming that our huge blowup last week is now behind me -- IhopeIhopeIhope -- I can now look forward to my parents' upcoming vacation to Vegas not as a final hurrah before they force me to leave but as a weeklong staycation of freedom, of safe freedom, since I can do anything while being able to still reside at home.  Ever since I helped my folks book this trip I've been looking forward to it.  I can do whatever the fuck I want or do nothing and they won't be around to judge or correct me.  Therefore, I am planning to do a lot of both.

Tonight I wrote down a list of shit I want to do.  Most of them, believe it or not, are chores, things my parents want me to do but I feel I can't do unless they're in another part of the country.  It's weird that way.  Even disrespectful.  But I need them, just not in that way.  I'm doing that right now.  I am currently working nights, but I stay out longer, usually till after they retire to bed, because I just don't want to deal with them.  It is quite hypocritical, not having any contact with them and yet living with them.  I just think bad things happen once I come home and start talking to them.  Wednesday of last week is the perfect example.

I want to take advantage of all the time I have by myself.  I think I can be productive, but I'm afraid I'll just slack off.  The shed needs painting and it's about time I go through my Entertainment Weeklys and house them, but there's a definite possibility I'll just wake up, turn on the computer, and beat off to online porn.

Oh, and speaking of porn, one of the things I'll still hit hardcore is stripclubbin'.  I have no money, but goddammit, as long as they're gone, they will never know what weird shit I'll do.  Moreover, since I have the whole to myself for a week, I'm wondering if I can entice my ATF to come over.  She promised me she'd sew up the porno pants I gave her.  If she's done, maybe she can drop it off at my place.  I can then give her a tour of the house ... and then my pants, if you know what I mean!  Well, she's already seen my dick, so no tour needed.  But maybe she'll get aroused about it being just the two of us and, who knows, maybe we'll fuck.

OK, maybe wishful thinking.  This is how inordinately disproportionate I've been looking forward to this.  I now just have to survive the morning.  They will not be going to The Store, so I can't just sleep in till I have to go and pick them up.  But will they leave me alone to sleep through the morning?  Will they not bother me and instead just judge me?  I thought about waking up and going somewhere in the morn; I actually told my folks that I had "errands to run."  But I think I'm sleeping in, and maybe they won't care.  It'll keep me refreshed for tomorrow night's shift.

The only downside to all this is that I have not planned for the days after, when they come back.  There's a good chance they won't go to The Store at all after their vacay.  Then what?  Will I just stay out all hours of their waking days?