Sunday, April 1st

I decided today that I wanted to finally clean my room. It was getting ridiculously messy, and I finally got sick of it. Anyways, it was kind of overwhelming to look at, but it only ended up taking me an hour to finish - and that included wiping everything down, sorting my laundry, and beer breaks. I really did blow the task out of proportion.

I kept going in and out of my room as I was cleaning it, and when I went out to the backyard to throw away my trash (we keep the trash bins back there), I saw that our bunny was romping around in the grass. He ran up to me and started nuzzling his head against my ankle, and I felt terrible for him because I realized that I never give him any attention. When I came back into the house, my uncle asked me if the bunny was still out there. "I can't go out there while he's out there. He chases me, and he has sharp teeth."

Are you kidding me?? You're scared of the bunny??

"Yeah, he's still out there." I smile.

"Can you throw this away for me then? I can't go out there."

On the outside, I'm smiling. On the inside, I'm rolling my eyes and thinking about how much of a weenie you are.

My aunt slept until around 8pm, and woke up puking like usual. I'm fairly convinced that she wakes up that way because sleeping causes her to have DTs (delirium tremens, or alcohol withdrawals for those who don't know). God forbid she try to sleep for 7 or 8 hours! She tries to blame it on all kinds of ridiculous bullshit. "You lit a cigarette in the house while I was sleeping! You know how that makes me sick!" or even the occasional "The smell of coffee brewing has made me sick ever since I was pregnant."

I know. Deep inside, I'm rolling my eyes, too. If only denial actually were a river in Egypt.