OK, time for a proper update, now that I have more than enough time on my hands.

I've mentioned that my sister tried to kill herself last week. It was little more than your average "Pay attention to me" teenager bullshit, but has gotten her all sorts of attention that she wasn't really looking for. After a Indy 500 style ride to the hospital, she got the luxurious pleasure of getting tubes and charcoal stuffed down her throat, followed by a 5 day stay at the local loony bin. Yesterday they stamped "SANE" on her hand in giant red letters that won't wash off, and put her on the curb bound with red label gun tape, and gagged with her own soiled underwear. She says that she made it home only by the grace of god, if it was the grace of god that sent along the pedophile trucker with the sores and the hairy knuckles.

My father came down to visit and drop off a car for my sister yesterday as well, and has been sleeping on my couch. Apparently he is still developing that weapon for the government where enemies are torn to shreds by the vibrations coming from his snoring head.

It's actually pretty weird having him in the house again, cleaning and urging us to do things. I'm not sure how to feel about it, but I kind of like it so far. At least it gives me someone to fuck with who knows how to play the game.

I've gotten my interview with the Police Department over with, and am now confronted with an insurmountable paper trail that I have to tame, and turn into them by Friday, as well as take computer tests, run laps, and probably jerk off in a fruit basket before its all over and done with, y'know, to see if I'm "right for the job."

And, as a closing note, I would like to say that I am completely, totally, absolutely filthily happy right now. Happy down to my very core. I haven't felt this happy in years and years, and it's fucking great. Even thinking about how happy I am makes me giggle and smile like a loon.

So put THAT in your pipe and smoke it.