more coffee?

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it's true we drink a crazy amount of coffee at my parent's house. i don't usually drink that much; i've become more of a tea person in my old age (plus, you can drink serious amounts of it without the shakes). however, when i'm here i step up to the plate and drink coffee like i know what i'm doing. this boils down to laziness mainly. i mean, if i have to choose between boiling the kettle for tea or pouring a cup of ready-to-go coffee, i go with what's already done.

things are better on the home front. mom's decided she likes me again, pop is in a pretty good mood, and the dog has taken to following me around the house. i slept in way too late this morning because the room i'm sleeping in doesn't get light; up until two in the afternoon it looks like early morning in there, thanks to all the trees blocking the sun. i went to bed last night around midnight, and slept until eleven this morning. i feel stiff from all the laying around! it's a good thing i don't have anything planned for today outside of more coffee, cutting out blocks for midge's baby quilt, doing some sewing and then going to mom's knitting group tonight. i need to apply for some more jobs too, but damn the internet here is s-l-o-w. maybe tomorrow i'll go to the library and try there.

you know, pop always asks if i have to go potty before he takes a shower. he says it just like that too; "do you have to go potty?" he's been saying that and doing that ever since i can remember. it's nice.