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And back to hell, but this time to home. This time with Dad, which means I’m stuck between even more luggage this time.

God I hate long-distance car traveling with my stepmom.

“You can’t stay in the car while I run an errand in Wal-Mart. I don’t care that the car locks and the AC will be on, and that it’s shaded, it’s not safe!” - Lady, you once left me in the back alley of a Denny’s for half an hour in the middle of the night. I don’t want to hear you bitch at me about the safety of a ten-minute Wal-Mart run at bitch-o-clock in the morning.

“You’re going to have to sit in the front seat at some point so I can talk to you. Think of it like traveling with your aunt!” - I don’t talk to my aunt while long-distance traveling with her. Not because we don’t talk, but because she listens to her music and I listen to mine, and I keep an eye out for on-coming traffic in her blind spots while she uses her hands-free to talk on the phone to set up destination mini-trips with her friends. Also, darling flower of my father’s heart. You yell when talking, I have sensitive ears, and you ramble about every topic under the sun without any clear direction or coherency. At least give me a little physical protection when we’re going to be stuck together for the next three days.

Also, any time anything happens around her that surprises her, she takes a hand off the steering wheel to lay it across the chest of her co-pilot in the other seat- even if someone isn’t physically there. Which is not only a violation of my personal space when I am sitting in the front seat- which she knows I am particular about- but also more dangerous since now she only has a single hand on the steering wheel in the middle of chaos-traffic.

I know i’m bitching and whining. But it’s 7am, I’ve been stuck in the car with her alone for the past two and a half hours, and I haven’t slept in about twenty four hours. I am ready to shiv someone, and I feel it may be myself.

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Dad: … I have the llama song in my head. Fuck you, kiddo.

Me: And now I have Snappi, Das Kleine Krokodil stuck in mine.

Stepmom: … I only know one of those.

Me; Hang on. Let me pull up the video. It was a thing awhile back that the radio station played for children while they were in the car going to school.

Stepmom: That would be why I don’t know it.

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Sis: I hate how when writing, you have to make a brand new document in google docs for each chapter.

Me: ... You know you can create tabs. Right? In your documents. You don't need multiple google doc pages open for your works anymore.

Sis: The fuck you say?

Me: Document tabs. I do with for all my stories now. And my school work. Shit, my current google docs page for schoolwork is 7 tabs, ignoring each little break and header to order information around. One for each competency. I... How have you been writing things?

Sis: The hell you say. Show me. How long has this been a feature?

Me: Since... I don't know. Last year?

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God I hate long-distance car traveling with my stepmom.

“You can’t stay in the car while I run an errand in Wal-Mart. I don’t care that the car locks and the AC will be on, and that it’s shaded, it’s not safe!” - Lady, you once left me in the back alley of a Denny’s for half an hour in the middle of the night. I don’t want to hear you bitch at me about the safety of a ten-minute Wal-Mart run at bitch-o-clock in the morning.

“You’re going to have to sit in the front seat at some point so I can talk to you. Think of it like traveling with your aunt!” - I don’t talk to my aunt while long-distance traveling with her. Not because we don’t talk, but because she listens to her music and I listen to mine, and I keep an eye out for on-coming traffic in her blind spots while she uses her hands-free to talk on the phone to set up destination mini-trips with her friends. Also, darling flower of my father’s heart. You yell when talking, I have sensitive ears, and you ramble about every topic under the sun without any clear direction or coherency. At least give me a little physical protection when we’re going to be stuck together for the next three days.

Also, any time anything happens around her that surprises her, she takes a hand off the steering wheel to lay it across the chest of her co-pilot in the other seat- even if someone isn’t physically there. Which is not only a violation of my personal space when I am sitting in the front seat- which she knows I am particular about- but also more dangerous since now she only has a single hand on the steering wheel in the middle of chaos-traffic.

I know i’m bitching and whining. But it’s 7am, I’ve been stuck in the car with her alone for the past two and a half hours, and I haven’t slept in about twenty four hours. I am ready to shiv someone, and I feel it may be myself.

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Me, reading fanfic on AO3:

Me:

Me: Huh. That was pretty interesting. Shame it's only two chapters that were updated late last year. Let's see if the author has anything else and kept up with that writing style.

Me:

Me, squinting: This... looks familiar. But why...?

Me, reading some of the Author Notes before the chapters: ... Is this...?

Me: Holy shit, I'm reading my own work. Fuck. I should... I should follow up with my sister to see if she's edited any of those chapters I sent her. I have a story from April of last year still waiting for their returned chapters... and at this point, I think I might just skip the sister-edits entirely.

Me: ... later, though. It's like... 5 am for her, she's asleep.

Me: Wait. It's 6 am for me. I haven't slept in just over 24 hours. Lemme go fix that.

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Me, minding my own business and having a late night snack of cereal:

Me:

Me:

Me: Oh, what fuck? Hey, Ma? I think the milk's gone bad.

Stepmom: I literally just bought it, not even eight hours ago. It can't have gone bad already.

Me: Well, then we bought spoiled milk.

Stepmom: How are you sure?

Me: It's got that low-burning sourness that spoiled milk always has. I gotta admit, though... It smelled fine.

Dad: did you use my lactaid?

Me: ... Maybe? There was only one thing of milk in there. Are you trying something new?

Dad: Turns out I'm lactose intolerant, so yeah. But I thought we had a near-full carton of regular milk?

Stepmom: I tossed it since it's bad for you. Lactaid is just lactose-free milk, there's nothing wrong with it.

Me: Well, whatever it is, it tastes spoiled and my mouth is now tingling in a very bad way. Want my cereal, dad?

Dad: Sure. Go wash your mouth out and see if that helps.

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Finally fought my second boss. Those minions are kinda OP if I remember to keep myself moving and not stall. Also really proud that I somehow did that on my first try with a perma-death character.

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Me, playing Core Keeper: La di dah di dah dah~

My sister, watching on-and-off again via discord: Wait. I looked away away for, like, five minutes. You just started this map. How did you mine this much?

Me: I found this really funny hammer with a 110 mining bonus. It mines what feels like a 3x3 space. It also only costs 4 scrap to repair, so I've been using it to clear the area.

Sis: What the fuck.

Me: I have so much copper, you don't even understand, I should probably upgrade my tools, though.

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So. For school I had to “discuss a recent controversial game and its ethical issues”.

Without really thinking about it, I talked about Palworld and its not so subtle allusions to both slavery and cannibalism- completely ignoring the ongoing(?) lawsuit from Nintendo involving the Patented Pokemon Mechanics being copied.

Apparently calling the controversy “fun” was the right choice as I’ve made most people who have read my discussion board post laugh.

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Playing a new game. Tainted grail: The fall of avalon. Gotta say... I have some questions. Hidden because I included screenshots.

Why do these guys not have brains?

What kind of madness do we process that we can straight up eat raw bones? What is our stomach made of that we don't need to worry about bone splinters?

What happened here, and how do I avoid it in the future? (The mental image of someone going "Oh, it's my time to die" and placing the fish around themselves is hilarious to me.)

How is this 'too close to water'? I'm literally above the damn thing! Is this because I'm off the map?

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I made my coworker so (playfully) mad. I had the golden opportunity to sing a receipt order to him since he loads everything Oversized in Garden, and.

Well. I took the chance.

8 Bags of Sand, 7 Paver Stones, 6 Squares of Sod, 5 Bags of Mulch, 4 Bags of Dirt, 3 Cow Manures, 2 Chicken Shits, and a literal pallet for the stones!

My coworker yelled that I was not allowed to ‘mix the holidays’ and sing the orders to him as I was sending him back out into the rain. How dare I make him do this job (that he enjoys, rain or shine).

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Sis: Happy 4th you, O She Who Must Work In The Rain.

Me: Happy 4th to you, O She Who Has To Deal With The Cat Litterbox And Walking The Dogs.

Sis: … Fuck.

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Me: D&D is done for the day, time to play... Batman!

Also me, a couple hours later, playing Hogwarts Legacy: ...Wait. This isn't what I wanted to be playing...

Also, also me: This is fine. I was wanting to test out the in-house mod system for the game, anyways. Sucks about the achievements, though. Oh well, well worth it if the mods are useful.

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DM: Alright. Time for everyone's favorite minigame! Stealth!

Everyone: FooFoo, you're up.

Me: Int roll was a 4. Murder Bunny has no idea what we're doing. He also never saw the list of what we need to be doing.

Me: Who has the next best Stealth roll.

Artificer: I have a +2, so... maybe me?

DM: You're the only one that doesn't wear heavy chain mail, so, yeah. Are you doing anything beforehand, or just going down the rooftop ladder?

Artificer: I go in.

Me: I leave my Raven next to the Elf on the off chance that something goes wrong, then follow. Bunny is now invisible.

DM: ...?

Me: Gloom Stalker. In complete darkness.

DM: Ah. Artificer, you are now talking to thin air. Also, you're on a time limit since none of you checked for the magic trap. How do you proceed, your objective is on the first floor and you're on the third.

Artificer: I have 25ft movement speed, so this may be a bit.

Me: Can I pick up the Gnome and walk with them? I have 15 strength and 40ft of movement. I can even use Enhance Ability to get advantage on that strength check.

DM: That would be funny, but no. But I like the mental image of a floating Gnome being amok in the warehouse.

Artificer: I can do better, I have a scroll of invisibility.

DM: Alright, welcome back everyone. You were all wailing on this Vampire last time. Except you, Murder Bunny. You failed your wisdom saving throw, so now everyone is wailing on your bestest buddy.

DM: Also, it's your turn, Murder Bunny.

Me: ... The Dwarf is... the closest. I'm so sorry, buddy.

Dwarf: Give me your best shot. My DC is 19.

Me: ... Nat 20, for a total of 26. My best was, apparently, the very best.

Me: Thankfully, 9 damage.

Dwarf: Hm.

Me: Also, give me a Con save. beat a 17.

Dwarf: ... 15.

Me: You are now knocked prone. Enjoy.

Dwarf: Fuck.

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DM: With that swing, the vampire turns into mist and flees into the carriage. You are now out of- wait. The Holy Sword is still drawn, which means that everyone except the Elf and Bunny are out of combat. Elf, Bunny, what do?

Me: How tall is the opposite cliff face?

DM: The one right next to, 5ft at most. The one you marked on the map, 12ft.

Me: I dash to double my movement, add in a Bunny Hop for 15ft height, and flee to the trees.

Me: Does Bunny know why the Holy Sword keeps trying to kill him?

DM: Roll me a... Wisdom roll.

Me: ... 4.

DM: Nope.

DM: Also, once again, I want to mention that Murder Bunny is displaying abuse-victim symptoms. This party is not very kind to you, huh.

Me: I think this is just par for the course at this point. Name me a party member who hasn't attacked me.

Dwarf: Are you still upset about the damn ring?

Me: You attacked me!

Dwarf: And you finally attacked me back!

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DM: Alright, welcome back everyone. You were all wailing on this Vampire last time. Except you, Murder Bunny. You failed your wisdom saving throw, so now everyone is wailing on your bestest buddy.

DM: Also, it's your turn, Murder Bunny.

Me: ... The Dwarf is... the closest. I'm so sorry, buddy.

Dwarf: Give me your best shot. My DC is 19.

Me: ... Nat 20, for a total of 26. My best was, apparently, the very best.

Me: Thankfully, 9 damage.

Dwarf: Hm.

Me: Also, give me a Con save. beat a 17.

Dwarf: ... 15.

Me: You are now knocked prone. Enjoy.

Dwarf: Fuck.

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DM: With that swing, the vampire turns into mist and flees into the carriage. You are now out of- wait. The Holy Sword is still drawn, which means that everyone except the Elf and Bunny are out of combat. Elf, Bunny, what do?

Me: How tall is the opposite cliff face?

DM: The one right next to, 5ft at most. The one you marked on the map, 12ft.

Me: I dash to double my movement, add in a Bunny Hop for 15ft height, and flee to the trees.

Me: Does Bunny know why the Holy Sword keeps trying to kill him?

DM: Roll me a... Wisdom roll.

Me: ... 4.

DM: Nope.

DM: Also, once again, I want to mention that Murder Bunny is displaying abuse-victim symptoms. This party is not very kind to you, huh.

Me: I think this is just par for the course at this point. Name me a party member who hasn't attacked me.

Dwarf: Are you still upset about the damn ring?

Me: You attacked me!

Dwarf: And you finally attacked me back!

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Me, seeing someone who looks like my coworker while working: Oh! Hey, B! When you got a second free, can you come up to the customer service… desk?

Person who I’ve mistaken as my coworker: Hm?

Me: Oh my god, I’m so sorry. I thought you were someone else. Please, forgive me.

Person who I mistook for my coworker?: what do you- N, I work here too. We’re always crossing paths when you come in from garden. Speaking of- I haven’t seen you in a bit. Everything okay?

Me: Wait, what?

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Look at this little goober, warming his limbs up by a fire. What a cutie. Not like his neon yellow-green, possibly radioactive sibling in timeout in a cabin behind us.

ignore the quest. I've been stuck on it for nearly 5 loops. Those lumps don't want to spawn for me.