I'd suffered from the same thing, IB. The whole typing-the-invisible thing. Thanks for changing it.

But anyway, I'm posting because I'm trying to keep my eyes off the television screen.

There's a horror movie going on, and my father is chewing away on his apple like nothing's wrong. I'm really frustrated. He knows, and I can vow, he KNOWS how much I detest and loathe horror movies. Since young he'd never changed the channel when an advertisement comes on. I have to hide my face in my pillow because, well, I was about seven years old, you know. And now I'm timing how long it takes for him to change the channel.

From the sounds he's making as he nibbles his apple (I can't see his face because I'm not looking anywhere else except my screen,) I can tell that he's not changing the channel anything soon.

If anyone taps my shoulder now, I'm going to explode.

Men! Inconsiderate cads, one and all.

(You know, I'd never thought I'd say that up till a few seconds ago.)

Jupiter, the one whose temper right now resembles a ticking bomb.
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