I actually managed to get some homework done today, and I did some work on SQ’s manual! I’ve been focusing on Computer Skills work, because it is all due in first, and because I was more motivated (probably because it’s the sort of thing I could do with my eyes closed) to finish it today. I’m finishing off the Word module right now, and will begin the Dreamweaver stuff soon after. I still can’t believe I have to use Dreamweaver.

My short story.. well. I do have part of it written, but I’m not quite sure how to end it yet, and I don’t know whether I like the beginning or not. I suppose for now, the Computer Skills homework is a little easier to tackle than Editing. Bleh, the editing work is awful; verbs are kind of beginning to make sense, but there are a lot of words that can be used in different ways. Confusing.

Katie and Tiffany were only marginally better behaved today, and I still think I could get away with tying them up and throwing them in the shed. Katie talks back constantly - about everything - and no matter what you say (or threaten, for that matter), she just won’t quit. Tiffany was back to her whiny self today, and although she was antagonising Katie (as usual) she wasn’t being nasty like yesterday.

Stephen went to a friend’s house tonight, and left his computer on, so I’m going to tape a sign to the screen informing him that the computer has gone on strike, and won’t be functioning for the next 48 hours. I’m also going to remove the power plug. He expected it to stay on the whole time he was gone, and I’m sick of him claiming that he doesn’t leave it turned on. Maybe the computer taking a ‘vacation’ will help.

Before I go, random tidbit:

Tiffany: “Lisa, What do butchie boys eat?”
Lisa: “Um, I don’t know?”
Tiffany: “Can you look it up on the computer, on Google?”
Lisa: *wishes Tiffany had never been shown Google* “Sure.”
Tiffany: “Well?”
Lisa: “They eat decayed vegetable matter and fungi.”
Tiffany: *tilts head to the side* “Do we have any of that?”

Only under your brother’s bed, sweetheart. Although, given the smell emanating from his room, I’m guessing it’s long past the decayed stage.