Seized

You know, I really, really miss Battlebots.

When you comin' home, dad?

Today I vacuumed (terrifying the cat in the process), cleaned the bathroom, dug the nasty glops of hair out of our slow-draining bathtub, and generally tidied the house, and what happened? My dad's flight was cancelled. He was supposed to visit tonight; we were going to take him out to dinner, show off our new digs, demonstrate my guitar chops, &c., &c. Now we're stuck with a moderately clean house and nobody to see it. Phooey.

I'm still a pretty lonely boy up here. It's a little pathetic how happy a nice AIM conversation can make me; an hour of otherwise unremarkable chatting cheered me up immensely last night. Still, it would be good to have real, physical people around me more often than I do. I envy adfamiliares her job.