I AM sorry for the late update. My schedule was rather interrupted by an unexpected housefire. I'm okay--I was the only one there, and I woke up to the fire alarms going off and the dogs barking.

The kitchen is gutted--under water from the firefighters spraying it down, the ceiling fell in, and most everything is either melted or burnt or smoke-damaged. My room is blackened with smoke (the fire itself was confined to the kitchen). The dogs are okay, too; I managed to shoo them out. Miss Kitty was already outside wandering around. But Snip--our other cat--is nowhere to be found. He's not inside, and since the window blew out, we figure he went outside. But I'm worried, nyan! He's been declawed; he's not an outside cat at all. And I'm worried. T___T I want him to come back! *wibbles*

And then I had a minor panic attack in front of my parents, which I was hoping I wouldn't. But I snapped and broke down weeping on the phone to Mom and Dad had to take over talking to her instead.

But the firefighters said we'd be out of the house for about four months, because everything in the house needs replaced. I kinda wish I'd waken up earlier and caught the fire earlier, so it wouldn't be so damaged. Dad and Karen are super-duper-stressed already, and now this.

Another thing I'm pissed at--one of the firefighters jolly well accused ME of starting the damn fire! He didn't ask me when I noticed the fire or anything. He said, "What were you doing? What were you cooking? Why did you go to sleep?" It was Karen who accidentally left the stove on. I had nothing to do with it; I was SLEEPING from the night before, in my room, and woke up to alarms and dogs and smoke. Even if I'm tired, I stay awake the entire time to watch the oven and make sure it's turned off.

Bah. A bad day indeed! I'd been planning on playing videogames and eating some good vegetarian vegetable soup. But the Playstation and the cabinets are all fried to shit, so that doesn't look like that'll be happening.