tv saga mission update
Oct. 1st, 2002 10:47 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
timepiececlockok. it's now 10:48 pm. I've done my statistics reading, and my mom's already in bed. I want to watch Buffy. It's been two hours now since it's ended. I make my way out to my living room, preparing to veg. My plans are interrupted by my father. He has the audacity to sit there flipping channels. This is unnacceptable.
I sit down and make nice. We talk about my school and my slagging social life, I complain that I can't find information about clubs at school until oct. 17th. He nods, and says some more stuff. I try to mentally project my will on him.
Go to bed. Go to bed. I need to watch my show and I can't do that if you're here. You're tired. You want to go to bed.
He keeps talking, apparently rsistant and oblvious to my sublimminal messages, no matter how intently I stare.
I get up and change the laundry, so I'll have clean dry sheets tonight. I come back and try again.
Go to bed. Go to bed.
Still no response, no progress toward the master bedroom, or even his little office. Still flipping channels.
This sucks. This reeks beyond all fan comprehension. He said he wasn't going to stay up late, so what does he think he's doing? I need him to go to go away already.
This must be how Anya feels when she gets frustrated at all those silly mortals that don't do exactly to the word what they say they will.
I need my Buffy and ::checking down the hallway:: he's still out there.
This is no good, no good at all.
I sit down and make nice. We talk about my school and my slagging social life, I complain that I can't find information about clubs at school until oct. 17th. He nods, and says some more stuff. I try to mentally project my will on him.
Go to bed. Go to bed. I need to watch my show and I can't do that if you're here. You're tired. You want to go to bed.
He keeps talking, apparently rsistant and oblvious to my sublimminal messages, no matter how intently I stare.
I get up and change the laundry, so I'll have clean dry sheets tonight. I come back and try again.
Go to bed. Go to bed.
Still no response, no progress toward the master bedroom, or even his little office. Still flipping channels.
This sucks. This reeks beyond all fan comprehension. He said he wasn't going to stay up late, so what does he think he's doing? I need him to go to go away already.
This must be how Anya feels when she gets frustrated at all those silly mortals that don't do exactly to the word what they say they will.
I need my Buffy and ::checking down the hallway:: he's still out there.
This is no good, no good at all.
