Someone in my family have managed to mention a certain location beginning with the letter S at least once a day this entire vacation. And my parents keep saying we've spent too much time and money on trying to cure the cat already. I don't like them very much right now. If this is his time, fine. But if he's going to die because they're not helping, then I'll be damned. I'm about to put up the ultimatum that if they don't do everything in their power to help him, I'm not coming home any more weekends. But that may be crossing a line, I don't know. I'm tired of trying to argue with them. They just don't want him to have something they can cure, because then they have to make the effort.

I have nightmares about copyright lawsuits. Putting works (especially writings) up like this feels so freaky, even if, I mean, the internet is huge, who would actually steal my stuff, of all things? But it's a little like leaving the door to the toilet unlocked with a sign that says "busy". Most people would have common sense. Some don't, and then you're defenseless.

This weekend will be spent:

Eating microwave pizza
Watching Alexander play Resident Evil 4
Picking on Therese until she plays Resident Evil 4
Panic-freezing trying to write for the Christmas compendium
Sleeping through the short, useless hours of daylight
Reading Godchild, basking in blood and death and gore
Basking in blood and death and gore in Resident Evil 4
Repeatedly dying in Resident Evil 4
Eating more microwave pizza

And depending on whether my 1Gb RAM arrives:

Playing F.E.A.R.
Playing Vampire
Playing Sims2
Playing Quake 4
(or maybe just one of them)

And it will be the best weekend ever. ^^