For the first time in years, I decided I wanted a nap.
Clearly, in this house, it is not possible. In the space of half an hour, the phone rang 3 times. Various people came in and out of the living room, and trying to fall asleep with the TV on is nigh-on impossible. So I decided to go into my room and sleep, which was probably the most logical. And I did nap, for about half an hour, before my dad comes in and decides to play music on a PC that he was fixing for a family friend. Not being one to be woken up without need, PAPA B feels my wrath of hearing me roar “I’M TRYING TO NAP”. This caught him by surprise, as he apparently hadn’t even realised that I was in the room.
Considering that my bed is the first thing you see when you enter my room, and a black figure against an almost entirely cream decore means I’m not that hard to miss. Which leads me to believe that either;
a) I’ve suddenly become waif-like, or
b) My dad is as blind as a bat.
I’m going with the latter.
♥: In pain.
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