I am angry

This would have been a blog post about my holiday.

About the good things and the bad.

I had several ideas that were funny and original.

I needed all of twenty minutes to put this into practice and if the universe, and my household in particular, were a sane and rational place I would have had those twenty minutes.

But no.

I've been given ten minutes to get to bed because last night, when I was in a totally different and unrelated circumstances, I went to sleep later than usual. My mum has just come in and decreed that I have ten minutes before she yells at me some more and then spent four of them annoying the hell out of me.

One thing which I believe tops the Grand List of Things that Annoy the Hell out of Alasdair is people telling me to do things which I'm already planning to do. Telling me to get my homework done as I put one textbook away and open the next. Telling me to wash my hands as I reach for the tap. Telling me that I need to get to sleep after a late night despite me telling them I was going to do exactly that just an hour beforehand, without prompting.

I hate that. I despise that. You already have every intention of doing something to achieve your own goals, but all that happens is that somebody else gets a smug sense of superiority out of seeing you carry out “their” instructions.

That's why I'm typing this. That's why I'm angry. That's why you have to read this tirade, because I have no time to do anything else. I've now run out of time so I'll no doubt be treated to a nice long lecture about the need for plenty of sleep even as I pull the pillow down over my ears.

I was having such a nice day until I talked to someone.