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And still not dead. Mum actually called about the wireless today, I think. Lucky sweet-talked her into it, possibly. Man, I owe him something really good for Father's Day.

Also, I have started a shopping list.

1. Lock for all three points of ingress into my room.

2. Scrubby sponge with handle (omg, dishcloths, is there anything more disgusting than a dishcloth?)

3. Powerstrip, as mine always seem to get eaten by the Box Monster when I move and I have seven appliances in my room and only three outlets (phone charger, lamp, fan, television, cable modem, SOMEONE ELSE'S COMPUTER, and clock-radio.)

4. Sedatives. (for Bernard.)

Life continues apace. Mum still has not grasped the fact that I do not, will not, and have never liked green beans.

"Oh, you're not having any green beans? Why not?"
"Because I don't like them?"
"When did you stop liking green beans?"
"When I emerged from your womb and drew my first breath...."

I promise my next post will contain 100% no whining about my family.