Hey noodle what did you do today?

Well I had a dream that I was able to walk across water and decided to walk across the lake to Bud Beach, since mum and dad left me behind. I was okay with that, but as per usual the parents decided bitching at me was necessary (amazing how perfect my subconscious can replicate them), so I walked away. At some point they tracked me down and dad needed to trust someone to drive the boat...So he gave it to my BFF, who fucked it up and took it onto gravel because he didn't know how to stay in the channel. Of course dream-dad accepted this huge mistake, and when I tried fixing it and actually got it into the water, some Jehova's Witnesses showed up and declared it a miracle.

I woke up around 3:45 and played some internet, then went to bed around 7:30ish after watching some tubes. I wound up waking up again around noon, then headed to Walmart for some supplies since dad had to do some work in his office. I called grandma en route and chatted with her, and she said her eye appointment went well (she had a slight film on her left eye, but the doc said it was fine if she was okay with it) and that she was gonna have dinner with Nancy at the Marco Island Pub. Funny enough, in all the time I lived there, I never stopped there. I went to Wendy's and got a large Conke with 3 Delx Cheeseburg Juniors, which I ate in the parking lot. I then headed to Walmart and picked up some paltry goods (mostly medical), then headed home. I relaxed on the couch, then head downstairs and did a bit of editing. Dad came downstairs and together with mum, we did some work moving a lot of the lumber beside the house. I had to do the heavy lifting, but was happy to do it.

After that, when the pile looked much neater, we headed to the houseboat and started burning shit. Of course my labor was graciously accepted, and for a while I thought we could have a decent conversation throughout the night. Indeed, Ian called at one point and we chatted for a few minutes, but he had to go when he arrived home because a guy with an ax was in his backyard...He was fine tho. It really is my fault for thinking the conversation would be nice throughout the night...Ahhhh, but the wine and beer flowed, and of course mom and dad needed to bitch at someone. Why, me of course! Why? Because they're idiotic boomers who have no fucking idea how the real world works. Bitching at my lack of a job. Bitching at my application failures.

So of course after that I clammed up. I told them I was putting in applications at FUCKING HOTELS (with a degree in physics, mind), so my desperation was already pretty high and my spirits really low. They eventually moved on...I did not. The rest of the night I barely spoke to them. I ate some ham and cheese roll ups mum brought, as well as some chips and some trail mix, but no matter how hard they tried, there were no smiles coming from me. They tried joking...They tried telling me interesting stories...They tried quite a bit...

...But I'm sick of this bullshit. I really am. Every time I talk with them it winds up with them turning into Bitch-O-Tron 9000s. Why the hell do they think I prefer eating my meals alone? Why the fuck do they think I choose to spend my time away from them? Their company is a high-risk, low-reward venture, and I'm much more at ease when they're somewhere else.

Mum headed home around 10. Dad and I drank more beers while pushing the fire more in upon itself, then we left about 11. I headed home and helped him hitch the trailer, then went inside and used the bathroom. I then did a little typing while watching tubes, then went to bed around 1:30.

I hope everyone has a bonfire day! <333