So I'm sitting down studying like a good little student when my parents get home. They start talking to me and around me. I try and drop hints that I'm not interested in whatever they have to say because I've got things to do. They go on chatting around me after finally picking up the "don't touch me" vibe I was putting out.
Then they get out the goddamn powertools. I'm not fucking lying or making this up. Dad decided he needed to drill holes in the toilet door's handle. I dunno if its his medication or what, but I've abandoned the books for a little while until the dining room is safe again. Thier nightly TV vigil begins soon. I should be safe then.