Still being avoidant.

It figures that the day I decide "I'll go get something to eat when Mom goes to bed so she doesn't bother me," she's awake past eleven... or at least she's fallen asleep in front of the TV. I've been surviving on Nutella and graham crackers, but I need real food. Midnight snack at midnight, then bed.

Working on Hetalia Day stuff in the meantime (OH GOD, IT BEGINS).

Edit, 12:53 - GOT MY BOOZE! Found some wine, had a cup. Damn, that fucked me up fast. *is suffering very slight vision lag and dizziness*