December 28th: A real wallop of a day. Lingering frustrations from bad sleep (my dad snores loud enough at night to pass through earplugs, but I'm glad I had them at all; and a somewhat deflated air mattress) and the sudden shock from a busy schedule to potential return back to work on a rainy day colored my morning and early afternoon into an irritated, borderline angry attitude that I am not proud of. Had a turkey mayo siracha lettuce sandwich for breakfast, and some steak and veggies courtesy of my uncle Udam. Mom (did what felt like) bugged me about her broken sunglasses, and I barely remembered I had to return my own package back to Amazon through Staples. I headed into my car and successfully dropped off my lens hood (kept intruding onto my 24mm lens), but the USPS office was closed so I would have to wait until Monday. Coming back home to fill gas, I caught them just at the tail end of a break, and so I decided "fuck it" and just drove back home with, admittedly, a generous estimated 100 miles or so left (good old hybrid engine efficiency for you) on 2 gallons of gas. Back home I overloaded my normal genmaicha rebrews from 2 and a half heaping teaspoons to 5. The bitterness of the first few sips was borderline literary. As I got through the first quarter of this first brew I had the sinking feeling I was being unreasonable and childish, and decided to turn my attitude right around as soon as I would refill my water bottle. As I rounded back to my computer it had completely slipped my mind my parents, grandma, and my uncle Sothea and his family were going to Century Mall to get some jewelry as a customary gift for my baby cousin. Just before leaving, my mom checked in and asked if I needed something from Century Mall; and if I were going anywhere. 10 minutes later I was the only one in the house. Dead quiet. It was troubling and soothing at the same time: that this tiny little suburban prop could be emptied so quick, and the break of not having to overhear and be around family more than I personally liked. They were out from 3:00 to 5:30. Around 4:45 I checked in and asked if I were working. No work. And so what little anger left fled away. When they all came back I pounced on the first opportunity to apologize to my mom, and she understood. I'm not sure how, considering I don't even know all the exact reasons for my anger, but she did, and I am more than grateful that she did. As for dinner, you could see it for yourself.
"[Growing up] is hard and nobody understands." // https://www.homestuck.com/story/2391