Fair, productive day so far. I have my paper for tomorrow almost finished… just need to wrap up the ending and clean up the edges to make sure it doesn’t sound like a retarded seventh-grader wrote it (which is about how I feel right now, and not for lack of self-esteem… just out of sheer exhaustion). Then to just get caught up on my German. Half ugh, half yay. I still rather enjoy it, but for the life of me, I can’t remember any of the fucking verbs. I think, should I ever attempt a trip to Germany or Austria, I’ll just resign myself to being the idiot that says weird shit like “me plate” and “you car?”
At least I can sound like a proper caveman. Can you imagine if I said “I plate”? Pah!
Anyway, I failed to mention last night that Dad is back home, because I was freakin’ tired. I twittered it, though, so you can’t say you weren’t informed… you can only say “I didn’t look hard enough for the information.” So take that. But yes, Dad is home, and sore, but I’m happy to have him back to Diddly-Dadding around.
Now I guess I should actually start working on that homework I was talking about. But not before “wow”ing over how amazing it is to feel so loved by such a wonderful manboy. Sometimes I get so happy I could barf. And I hope it’s not like, barf barf. I would think love-barf should be made of glitter and roses. But I don’t think glitter is something a body synthesises. Maybe roses, if you’re a vessel for the Holy Virgin, but glitter? Nah. I digress! No one has brought me such happiness, fulfillment, and contentment before. It’d almost be like ‘peace’ were it not for us both being kind of childishly chaotic. I think it’s as close to ‘peace’ as either of us will ever get. And it’s pretty damned nice.