I spent an hour this morning finishing the second half of the next chapter of my story. Alan was being a whiny butthole, so I stopped there and went to have a frosted toaster pastry for breakfast. I mention this only because I have only ever had three frosted toaster pastries in my life, and this was the first one I ever had for breakfast. Then, I went to the basement (which is finally mine again, thank the heavens) and binged five episodes of GOT. No one said anything about it, even though I was supposed to turn off the TV at 9. After the five episodes, I watched Monty Python's Life Of Brian because Dad had been watching it last night, and I only got to see a few minutes due to a bedtime technicality. (Even as a teenager in summer, I'm still disciplined if I go to bed any later than 9. Sleep on the other hand, is in my hands.)
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