I have returned.

My father is still mostly oblivious. My mother is still mostly pacifist. I am still in the middle. There was a moment Sunday afternoon where my father was no longer oblivious because my mother was no longer a pacifist and I had to yell cowabunga to get them to stop shouting.

Things like that are what make me tired.

All in all, the weekend was exactly what I needed to get me going again. This evening I studied for the first time in months. Amazing what nearly failing two unit tests for two different subjects in the course of a week will do to improve ones sense of doom.

I read a few books this weekend:

The Curious incident of the Dog in the Night-Time by Mark Haddon. It was amazing, I highly recommend it. I learned a lot about Autism.

Luna by Julie Anne Peters, which will be officially released on May 26th. It was also pretty good. It's narrated by this girl who's brother is transgendered and is becoming a girl. It's quite informative, etc.

Sister Slam by Linda Oatman High, Terrible. Absolutely awful. Really cool concept, too bad the author was writing for four year olds.

Right now I'm in the middle of Miss Smithers, by Susan Juby, which is the sequel to Alice, I Think. I suppose it has a lot to live up too, but it's not that great either.

So, that gives you some idea of what I did with my weekend.

My laptop has a virus.

I watched an episode of The Passionate Eye all about "Sex, Drugs and Middle Age" or something exactly like that. My father is frightened that I was so interested in it. The general idea of the show was anti aging with a lot of emphasis on viarga. I'll laugh if I end up teaching sex ed one day.