why the fuck do i tell my dad i'll go work with him? WHY?

"All right, books you can definitely take care of, Mr. I Was A Teenage Librarian."

"Well, no, actually, Ray, my grandparents were the librarians, I merely lived with…"

"Yeah, I know that, Fraser. It was just, uh, kind of a lame little joke there, you know, like I Was A Teenage Werewolf?" Dief lets out a low grumble at that. "What, you're gonna tell me he finds werewolf movies offensive?"

Fraser exchanges a look with Dief, then shrugs. "Only the bad ones."

by rowan. shell game ii.

[edit: "I think so," he says, with that unreadable 'I'm not quite sure where you're going with this, Ray, so I'm just going to take it all in and sort it out later' expression. Of course later, he might try to relate it to elephant seal mating or something, but that's the risk you run with Fraser. ]

is part of growing up...

...learning to not feel faintly guilty if you disappoint your dad? i'm afraid i'm not grown up, then. going to bed at two and getting up at 6:30 simply cannot become a regular habit of mine.

i had this dream where my dad was working late voluntarily and me and my mom were following directions to go find him and i finally had to stop the car and kick her out of the driver's seat and drive. she thought we were looking for a school, and she kept thinking that maybe a church was it. (me: no. that would not be a school, that would be an episcopal church, which it says right on it, down on the sign there under the steeple. with the cross.) and we're looking for a house and it says to turn at woodland forrest, which she hasn't told me yet, and i suddenly realize we want woodland forrest, the neighborhood, not woodland forrest, the school, and i say, 'and you thought that maybe, the directions for getting to a residential house owned by a rich person involved turning not at the entrance to the uppity neighborhood called woodland forrest but at the elementary school of the same name? maybe they've got some mansions stuffed back with the dumpsters? a shortcut through the grass and a trailer park or two and voila, a gated estate?'

something like that. i woke up all irritated and then she disoriented me by coming to give me a kiss on the cheek. heh. not her fault she's a bit scatterbrained sometimes, and besides which, she's not THAT scatterbrained. it was a pretty funny dream, all things considered.

where're my pants.

goddammit.

can i go back to bed now?

no?

bugger.

::eyes breakfast warily::

guh--

back home and ready to go back to sleep. mom wants to mount the cabinet doors back on the cheerful bookshelves of doom despite annoying beveled wood dutch hand-holds. am thinking these will have to be replaced with other knobs. maybe i'll paint some sort of design on the doors, freehand, although really what we need is NO DOORS.

bed, bed, bed.

o.O

somehow i'm not asleep yet.

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i'm being slowly driven insane because the icon for instant messenger shows my away message, but i KNOW i don't have an away message on. gaaaaaaaaah.