this morning was just... gah.

[minkhollow]

No sleep last night (don't know why, but it's been taking forever to get there the last few days). Parental units wanted me up at 9, which under the circumstances was Far. Too. Early.
Nothing to eat breakfast out of/with (well, practically). And this was, according to Dad, because I didn't take care of the dishwasher yesterday.
Excuse me? I mowed most of the lawn yesterday. When I wasn't doing that I was taking books back to the library, getting more of that driving-around-the-parking-lot business in, taking a shower, and off being social with people. Where, I ask you, does one fit a dishwasher into this schedule? And it seems to me that my parents managed to take care of the dishes while I was on retreat.
Just... gah. I don't get that. (I mean, I know he was working all day yesterday. So was I.)