Tomorrow brings the dawn of nine days spent with my father, she-who-shall-not-be-named, the gossip gramps and my two brothers. I am hardly thrilled. I have yet to even fathom what I could possibly do with myself while in their presence. I take every chance I can to avoid she-who-shall-not-be-named, and now I am stuck with her for nine days.
Nine fucking days.
Packing is almost completed, my iTunes and iPod updated for the trip, and now all that there is left to do is shower and wonder what the hell I am getting myself into.
