last weekend

to think that one might plunge to depths where one's own Mother becomes unbearable company.

she just about drove me nuts. all with the best of intentions, naturally. but I endured it patiently. stoically, one might say. it wasn't until after she had gotten home again and called me up to tell me MOTS a second time that I snapped.

(oh wait. come to think of it, I did snap once in front of her as well, when she suggested I should find a job at a grocery chain store. I don't think she quite grasped that I already had something to do, even if I told her three times.)

but I complied. did what she wanted. made things cleaner, tidier around here.
now, of course, it's a bit of a mess again, especially since Maragor, BadCop and Cecilia visited and had a few beers here last night. if I, no,. we were to keep everything ship-shape here at all times, we would have had to refuse entry to anyone. (and even then it'd be a long shot. I wasn't exactly born with a tidy mind.)

and I won't do that, no matter what Mother says.