On the obsessiveness of S/S fans

What the hell.

Of the four doujinshi I bet on, I only got one. And it wasn't even the smutty one.

What amuses me the most is that the Subaru/Seishirou ones were getting up to $78.00 for the final bids, while the Kamui/Kotori ones closed at $6.00, no bids. We S/S fans are a scary lot.

And I just got some excellent news. My mom's tumor is benign. I'm sure it will still need to be removed, but it's a far cry from having to go through chemo.

Oh, yeah, in case you didn't notice, I'm not at school. FOUR-DAY WEEKEND.

Um, I really should start doing my (7) current event articles for econ now. Not to mention that damn econ budget project.

Of all the days.

Dear god that was close.

Upon returning from a trip to the bank and the post office and opening the front door, I notice two things: the alarm is not on, though I turned it on before I left, and my dad is sitting in the living room talking on the phone.

Problems with this:

A) My dad did not call me out today; my mother did.
B) My dad does not approve of ditching school, for any reason. He was raised such that you go to school every day, regardless of how useless it may be; he thinks it's a serious digression on ethical, moral, and disciplinary character to ditch anything. Never mind that I'm in the top 1% of my class and will be going to UC Berkeley provided I don't get Ds in any classes in the next two weeks.
C) I cannot pretend that I wasn't feeling well, because I very obviously just came back from running around in the midday heat.

Of course, when every other day of the week he gets home anytime from 6:00 PM to 8:00 PM, this has to be the day one of his surgeries was cancelled.

I was sorely tempted to back out of the house very quietly and go to, I dunno, Fiddlesticks or something. Anywhere but here. But I was sure he had already heard me, and it is most sound to act perfectly casual anyway. So I asked him what he was doing home so early. He asked me if we had gotten out early today. Had my sister not been at school today, I would have said yes, but I said it was "Seniors' Day Off", an annual tradition.

He said "Oh," and continued working.

See? I don't lie.

But he's probably suspicious and thinks I've been doing this all the time now, anyway. I know he's already wary of what I'm doing out until odd hours on school nights as of late.