I am off on Wednesdays, but I know school is in session because, what am I doing right now? Sitting on my bed, chewing my pencil, searching in the dictionary for how to say "drag show" in Italian (part of my homework is to discuss what I did over the weekend). I also have to read eight poems and 44 pages of a novel I haven't bought yet.
I am quite pissed because one of our kittens chewed up my laptop adaptor. Thankfully we have a spare in the house, but now I have to start shoving the whole damn thing (plus my cell phone charger, and practically anything else of value) into my closet every time I want to go downstairs and get a drink or something. Egad.
I was going to go food shopping today but I didn't get up early enough to stop Mother from going. I don't usually allow her to go alone because... Well, let me put it this way: she came home with six boxes of assorted Entenmann's Little Bites, some cookies, and some other crap. I mean, she got some fruit today, but really. This is how my mother has stocked the house since I can remember. She gets regular food, but for some reason there's an unwritten law that we must have the most insanely unhealthy stuff, and in bulk. Are we preparing for a possible emergency situation where we will survive on polysaccharides? I don't get it.
I can't complain, though, because she also came home with tofurkey, fake ground beef, fake Canadian bacon, fake chicken nuggets - the works - and a big smile on her face. She tries so hard, God bless her. It can't be easy to have a crazy veggie like me in the house.
*Puts down the books and ponders what to do for HNT tomorrow*