*is really hungry* This is why you have more than a glass of coke for lunch, even when you're feeling lazy. *sigh* Dinner's in about half an hour anyway.
The rest of my family is trying to sleep. The conversation I heard coming from my parents room while I was in the kitchen:
Dee (whispering, to my dad): Who the hell is in the kitchen?
Dad: Who do you think?
Dee: Megan, of course. *sigh*
Dad: She's probably making coffee.
Dee: It's fucking midnight.
Dad: But she's always making coffee. Plus, she'll be up all night writing.
Dee: Oh, right. It smells like a cappuccino. Why does it smell like a cappuccino?
Me (yelling from kitchen): Because the coffee mix you buy is cappuccino flavored?
Dee: But you don't even like cappuccino..... not as much as straight coffee, or mochas or lattes, anyway.
Me: Correct. But do you buy any of those?
Dee: No.
Me: Exactly. *timer goes off* *gets coffee* Goodnight.