Whew.

My family was here yesterday, but I'm pretty sure they're gone now. I grabbed some dinner last night and my mom told me there was cake in the fridge. "Sweets are the last thing I need right now, I ate so much crap over the weekend." "That's okay, I'll just give it to the kids."

I thought my mom meant the kids at her job, since it still kinda hasn't registered in my head that it's Midwinter Recess and she has the week off. So just as I was about to get seconds on dinner, I heard my nephew's voice, and I promptly shut myself in my bedroom. I heard more voices join the cacophony later on and I figured out what was happening. And since my sister and her retinue have a horrible tendency to overstay their welcome, let's just say I'm glad I have a few snacks left over from Katsu.

I stayed up until about three in the morning so I would just fall over from exhaustion and stay asleep all day. The first part of that worked well. The second, not so much. I got about four, maybe five hours of sleep. Thanks again, Mom. I cannot understand how an adult can make so much noise and be entirely unaware of it! So when she finally shut up and I rolled over to go back to sleep, I heard this banging and drilling coming from underneath the stairs. The top of the stairs is about three feet away from my bedroom door, so this required investigating.

First of all, there was a dark ... mass ... on my couch, which was either my nephew or his stepfather, I'm not sure which and I don't particularly care because they're both really fucking creepy. I was annoyed they were still around. And I opened the basement door to discover that my dad was finally having someone come fix the basement steps.

I'm not upset the basement steps are being fixed, because they've been loose and scary for a long time. But at ten-thirty in the morning? You could have given me warning. I messaged Leigh, asking when the earliest she could rescue me was: HINT. When the stair-fixing was finally over, I tried to go to sleep again, Bradley was outside barking his head off at something.

Headache. Tired. Annoyed. AWAKE. Fuck all of that. I pulled myself out of bed, took a shower, and packed my shit. When Leigh came and got me, I was ready to be spirited away until Friday. We got back to her house eventually and I watched her play a few rounds of some weird mid-'80s Nintendo game before I wound up crashing on the futon (I warned her that was going to happen (she was okay with it and decided to read), I even looked like death, and she'd covered me in blankets and had the heater on so it was only a matter of time. I vaguely remember one of the tiny dogs running across my head...). I slept a good three-and-a-half, four hours before I jolted awake at almost eight, and then we played the game together (also Sesame Street Countdown. We're in our late 20s, why are these games still extremely fun and engaging?!).

Not terribly long after that, Jet called Leigh, and things were less than well, so we went for a looooooong drive. We went as far east as East fucking Islip before Leigh recognized a highway and we jumped on, heading back west. We drove down to Jones Beach which is really DARK AND SCARY in the not-daytime-during-the-summer. It was a big bunch of nothing: no trees lining the highway, no lights, just field and water and darkness. *shudders*

Jet decided she needed to get home after that, and Leigh took me home after we dropped her off (I couldn't stay because she has work tomorrow. Darn). I was sitting in the passenger seat, and one of the CDs Leigh keeps on her sun visor fell on me about half a mile from home. I screamed, but then I had to laugh at myself, though it was not lost on me how much scarier that could have been if it happened on that dark stretch of road leading to the beach.

You don't understand, we could have been axe murdered!! ... I may be slightly agoraphobic. Augh, I just don't understand how there can ever be a whole lot of ... nothing. Fucking DO something with all that space!

Anyway, I got home, and the TV wasn't on so I figure those people are gone, which is awesome. I can't believe they didn't stay! At the same time, I shall count my blessings, and hope that I can get my con laundry (of which there is very little) done tomorrow.

I still want some freakin' potatoes, though.

Fucking dreams again.

•Two nights ago, I had another tooth dream. One of my front teeth was loose, ew.

•Yesterday evening while I was asleep at Leigh's, I had a snippet of a baseball dream. It was the Yankees and Oakland (or maybe Detroit?) in the ALCS.

•Just now I woke up from two dreams. In the first, a few friends and I banded together to make a sex league? XD In which, for a solid week, we would just go out and have sex with whomever we wanted, whenever we wanted, even if it was each other.

•The second was far scarier. I was walking to the bus stop, and when I turned the corner, there was a pack of kids about. They attacked me because they thought the Star of David on my bag was a swastika. I said something to the effect of "No, that's a Star of David, it's almost kinda the opposite thing." at which point, one of them quoted the Bible at me. I don't remember the exact words but it was something like "They'll be among you and trick you and use your signs for the devil" in Biblese. They harassed me for blocks, and even tried to beat me up and hold me down with a jacket so I couldn't breathe, see, hear, or fight back. I don't remember how I escaped (I found a few bucks in the street, just lying there), and it was really hard to walk -- like the air was really thick and pushing against me -- but I managed to make it and call home, and my dad came and fetch me. *shivers*

For all the ten kinds of tired I am -- and now that I know my family's not here because it's nearly ten and the house is quiet -- I'm not sure I can go back to sleep. ;A; Gonna be a rough week, I think.