Inertia is draining my brain.

I'm beginning to think I need work, or some kind of productivity, to stay functional. I suppose I could clean my room. My brother, who if you ask me is increasingly turning Queer Eye, took one look at my room and freaked out. "How can you live in that?!?!" I told him to go play with his new blender.

My father, meanwhile, is freaking out on my behalf re: my lack of work, as evidenced by the following conversation.

Dad: Get in early tonight; you should get a full day of work tomorrow.
Me: I still don't have any work, Dad. I need to hear from the guy.
Dad: You know...you could go to Amherst College and...look stuff up.
Me: Like what?
Dad: Oh, you know...Russian stuff. I want you to get some hours in.
Me: Whose job is this?!
Dad: I'm just saying.

So yeah. Getting out of the house is nice. Tomorrow it's over to the mom's, which should be interesting. At the end of next month her house is being sold, at which point, hopefully, there will be somewhere else to move into. With, I should add, the fiance and his progeny. Still not sure how I feel about that--it seems so surreal. I mean, yeah, I don't have to live with them most of the time, but...will the new house feel like home to me at all? Or will it just be a place I sleep in occasionally when I'm not at school? By the end of this summer, everything will be very, very weird. And I'm not going to have time at home to adjust to it.