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It figures. Yesterday I'd planned on going out and finding Mums a birthday present. Shoes or a dress or something. And for those two items, I'd need Mums to actually be present since she's got a difficult to fit sort of foot or something. But I was dead freakin' tired by eleven and asked if we could go today. She agreed, probably because the breakfast she'd made for herself and Dad was trying to kill her or something. Dunno. Anyway, I wake up at dinner and I'm told that it was a nasty sort of day, weather wise.

I wake up this morning and head downstairs where I get the absolutely brilliant idea to clean the island counter off. It takes an hour, pretty much to the minute. Half an hour in, thunder shakes the house and the dog freaks out a little. Every fifteen minutes thereafter, the thunder returns just as I think maybe the storm has moved out to sea. It's raining now and fun, fun times.

Need food. Should probably go do something about that.