When it comes to 40-something guys living with their parents, the, “L,” word is probably, “Loser.” But I’m an Asian guy so I have to live with two crazy elderly parents because, well, it’s what Asian guys do. It made more sense back when my dad was, “taking care,” of all of the bills by putting everything into a giant pile. The pile is still growing, but at least the bills are now in MY giant pile, and I actually pay the bills before they get, well, stacked up somewhere weird.

This just leads into how I’m really tired now. Wednesday I worked until after 8PM (and I get to work before 8AM, unlike a lot of geeks) and there’s a certain amount of screwing around I have to do before I go to bed. Checking my email, checking some web sites, watching a few more episodes of Scrubs that I’ve probably seen a dozen times already. You get the picture. I get around 5-6 hours sleep on a work night. Imagine how happy I was to hear my mom running through the house yelling, “YOU’RE LATE FOR WORK!” at 5:20AM. She has a talking clock that tells you the time, in Japanese, when you push a button on the top of it. She dropped it on the floor sometime last week and it was telling her it was 14 hours later than it should have. So when it was 5:20(AM), it said 7:20(PM). So anyway, at 5:20, about 5 hours after I finally got to sleep, she woke everyone else up. I think my dad had been in bed for 2 hours at that time. (Don’t ask about his sleep patterns. I’m not real sure about them, but he’s 90, so he can have the sleep schedule of a house cat if he feels like it.)

I should probably get to sleep now since I’m sure something will wake me up tomorrow morning.