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Double Rations of Rum for all the Men
February 05, 2004, 10:19 p.m. Living in this house is like living with a leaky roof that you can’t afford to fix. It’s all alright until it starts to rain. It’s raining tonight. Why oh why are you drinking? It’s a Thursday night! Okay, you had a hard time getting home what with the busses and trains being so fucked up, but so did everyone else in this house, and you’re the only one drinking tall glasses of scotch on the rocks (more like scotch with rocks floating in it). Stop invading my safe nights. Tomorrow you’re going to be home “sick” with “the flu” and I’m going to have to tiptoe around while you’re nursing a hangover. Thanks. I was looking forward to some time alone. I tried to escape into the Brat’s room, but then Dad came in to berate her for not having dinner on the table when he got home (did I mention that everyone had trouble getting home? Not to mention the fact that she wasn’t going to make dinner tonight anyway, because she would have been out till 7:30 even if the trains were working) and us in general for the house being “filthy”, which is what he always harps on about when he’s drunk. It’s like he wants us to live in a showroom or something, but that’s another story. Anyway, she leapt into the fray, and I kept quiet and just agreed with everything he said, figuring it didn’t matter because he wouldn’t remember in the morning. She didn’t appreciate that, and so kicked me out of her room. Dammit, I just want to be able to stay up until Hornblower. Is that too much to ask? People say I should move out, but if you can't afford to fix the leak, how can you afford to move house? I earn enough to have a social life and to save a little money, but not enough to live out of home. I like the fact that I have a thousand dollars in a savings account, I don't want to eat into that. Not when I'm going to need it to help pay for my postgrad education.
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