7.26.2003
 
I like sleeping in odd places. Earlier yesterday I woke up underneath the coffee table, and today I had to go take a rest after grandma made me queasy.

Since cousin was sprawled on the couch in the family room, I went to go take a refresher nap in the living room. Put on some loverly Damien Rice, and tried to get comfortable on the couch... but it couldn't be done.

So I grabbed one of the more comfortable pillows and curled up behind the couch right next to the wall and draperies. Woke up about an hour later (the cd had almost finished) and oddly no one noticed me. Hm.

Woke up and found out that my dad just won an argument with grandma about her reluctance to use the brand new dishwasher. Now I can use the dishwasher with only verbal insistances and evil glares from my grandma (as opposed to her physically blocking me from using the appliance that we paid some thousand dollars of possible college-fund but wouldn't have even touched).

Made another big ol' playlist with every single punk, emo, alt. rock, and electroclash song I have with the full intention of listening to it... and that's once again proving to be impossible since the family is watching Armageddon on the big TV (rather loudly).

Oh, all the trouble I've been going to just to secure a lighter. I think I'll walk down to the local Walgreens to buy one. Grrness.

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