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the past couple of days have been strange. well not that strange, but inconvenient..
\nwednesday net connection was out all afternoon til late night. not a problem, i got some work done offline and Regan ended up calling me. <\/p>\n

thursday was fine, spent some of it piling a tonne of clothes from my closet onto the floor. autumn cleaning is fun!<\/p>\n

.. now friday. friday is meant to be my day off, a day i can sleep in and relax and get things done. i ended up having to wake up at 7 so i could ‘reserve’ the use of my car before anyone else, but my sister ended up needing it and dad was going out so that was fine, i could go to the bank and pay bills next friday. instead, i thought i’d work on the sleepypie<\/a> website a bit and take photographs of the new bags my sister made. at 11AM, i go out into the backyard, my dad comes out to tell me he’s leaving now.. and locks the door behind him. inside, tv still on and my nice cool drink sitting on the table. outside, nothing but me, 9 bags and my digital camera, i’m locked out of the house for at least another 4-5 hours before anyone gets back. the neighbours aren’t home and don’t have our keys anyway, it’s getting hot outside and breaking into the top floor window isn’t an option. i walk around for a bit and decide to go to the high school and call a cab to take me to my mum’s work. so that’s no big problem, i just don’t get to relax… so i finally get home at 4PM and jump onto the computer cause it was time to talk to Regan.. but my net connection didn’t work again! with a splitting headache, i wait to see if the connection goes back on (it doesn’t til today) but Regan rings me again. during the call, i’m bent over in pain and about to throw up cause of the stupid headache which eventually goes away. <\/p>\n

what a day huh? i’m not really complaining though, i’m still alive and i can laugh about it. what worries me most is why dad locked me out of the house in the first place. he swears that either i locked myself out of the house (which is impossible) or that the door locked itself (again, impossible). all of us know it’s just another quirk that he has now, so we have to just live with it. i think he’s more embarassed than anything, he knows that something’s not right and decided with me that it would be a good idea to hide a spare set of keys in the yard somewhere.. just in case<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"