So I deduced, when I woke up properly about an hour and a half ago, that because the house was quiet and the air-conditioning was still on, it was probably about 9.30am and I could safely lie in bed reading for a little while without arousing anyone's wrath until my mother got home from her usual coffee shop jaunt around ten.

Turns out it was not about 9.30am, it was about 11am, and James had been supposed to get me up and tell me that we were headed to see Oopee and so I should get cleaning and also get ready to come along!

Completely ignoring that a) none of this had been mentioned the night before (as usual), and b) I had already mentioned that I had plans for early afternoon which did not involve being at Labrador.

One day, my mother will listen to anything I say at all. I don't care if it's 'I have already washed those' or 'that is a poisonous snake' - anything would do at this point. *facemash*

Anyway, so James is in trouble for not waking me up earlier, and I am in trouble for not psychically deducing that this Saturday would not be exactly like all Saturdays before it. This is what I get for being lulled into a routine.

In any case, things to do in the next few hours before Dad gets back to me about travelling to the distant reaches of Mt. Crosby:
- vacuum downstairs
- finish cleaning bathroom
- work up the nerve to use corrosive chemicals on the sink (Drano makes me fear for my hands and eyes, okay?)
- dry sheets
- wash darks
- hang darks
- wash towels
- pack small bag to take to Dad's place
- do NOT play Mario Kart
- do NOT sit around mooning over realestate.com
- do NOT watch The Road to El Dorado
- also do not take it to Dad's with you or you will never get it back from the children (I am an excellent big sister, I don't know what you're talking about)
- write NaNo only in ten minute blocks between chores

[EDIT] Also, man, I had the weirdest combination of dreams last night.

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