who am i to you, really?

My eyes hurt.

Maybe it's because I've been using the comp for pretty long, or maybe it's the saline practically flooding from it in the afternoon. Not very sure.

The maid's been kicked home. Apparently she's been doing funny stuff. This morning we realised that she was probably the one who planted all the roaches in the damned kitchen cupboards. And then it dawned on us that we may have been eating roach wings for dinner. Spent the entire day springcleaning, which involved slaughtering whole battalions of those disgusting creatures, and a lizard came free-of-charge. Dad found a mixture of weird stuff and we all suspect its voodoo.

Dad's been grumpy these few days. "Don't make me angry," you say. Tell me how, will you? I have been helping you around the house for the whole day, and just because I didn't take my shower until much later and missed having a warm dinner to eat, you say that? Be reasonable for once, please. I really need it.

Should I change my layout? Itching to, but dan says no. Hurr.