Peas be with you, and also with you.

My mother and stepfather popped round this afternoon, and I got such a fright. I had just settled down with some food and wine on the couch and for some reason was totally confused as to why they were on the doorstep so they pretty much invited themselves in while I stood there saying "...okay...". They then proceeded to boil the jug while deciding they didn't actually want a cup of tea.

I had half a glass of wine left in the bottle and instead of pouring it in the kitchen, I took it to the table with me. Maybe I thought it would make a nice centrepiece, I don't know. When my stepdad walks in, he glances down at the empty wine bottle, looks at me being all confused and spaced out at their presence, and says "so how long since the stress stopped?". Awesome. I can just hear him sayng to my mum at home "does Anna drink alone often?". Him studyng psychology and having had problems with alcohol in the past, he's probably gunna stage an intervention.
Mum kept asking me questions that she knew the answers to and questions that I didn't. After they left I felt incredibly tired. It was probably that halfglass.

In other news, I am continuing to possibly Achieve at Life. Toda, I tidied and cleaned half of my room. Literally half. You can see equatorial dust mark. I also shared a Moment with a lady walking past on the footpath, and rescued my peas.

I Can Has?

Kate the Kat is all bundled up between my legs
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that was your moment for crude dirty jokes, moment over, moving on. She's so amazing and if she could talk I'm pretty sure she'd have a helluva lot to sa and we'd be BFFs.

I am currently under the impression that I may be slightly Achieving at Life. I am not so much Failing anymore, however I would not venture so far as to sa Winning. Of course, this could be one of those situations in which I have deluded myself into believing something which is not an actual truth through the little whisperers that whisper, then when they go for smoko the reality of It All comes crashing down around the ears they were trying to preserve and the eyes widen and the pupils dilate and I'm once agane all over the shop.

The point IS, most of the time I prefer being divorced from reality. The side effects include confusion, shock, and paranoia... but at least I can escape.