So I skipped school today.  It was fun.  Half because I view the whole practise as increasingly pointless (except for perhaps my European History class and definitely my English class), and half because my tonsils were swollen to Goodyear proportions.

Lovely image, eh?  They're deflated now.  But everyone knows that sickness can often be cured by some old-fashioned retail therapy.

It was worth it.  Staying home, anyway.  Mum and I bonded.  To some extent.  We cursed each other over boardgames, anyway (calling each other "fiendish hags" and whatnot).  So I guess that could be construed as "bonding."  Our relationship is weird.  But awesome.  After all, how else could "I want you to leave!" (in regards to moving out) be construed in a loving manner??  *Headshake, eye-roll*

The delicious pizza essence wafts from the kitchen below, mocking me in my hunger.

I take great satisfaction from the fact that top oil executives were systematically grilled and basted and grilled again before the Senate yesterday, trying to explain the fact that soaring gas prices are in no way related to their soaring profits.  *StabStab*  Suffice to say, they failed to provide satisfactory answers.  Let's get those numbers back to 86 cents (hell, I'll take $1), peoples.  Oh wait.  You need those five Rolls Royces to survive.  (Sorry.)