So I took this semester off campus, to finish my thesis and a draft of the novel for the White Wolf contest, at my parents’ house.  It sucks to say this to a stranger, “Yeah…I’m living in my parent’s house…”  But, for those who know me and my folks, they know hanging around here is not a bad prospect.

 

My mom, for a few weeks, is visiting family in Florida.  So it’s just me in the house, typing away at my book…and occasionally, I see my Dad.

 

The other night I’m telling him about my trouble sleeping (in general…but lately in particular) and he has trouble understanding this because, he can drop off whenever he needs to, regardless of how much caffeine he’s ingested (my brother is like this too and I envy them).

 

“Are there any worries keeping you up?” he asked.

 

“No, nothing like that,” I said.

 

“You probably aren’t getting enough sex.”

 

“………………………………….”

 

I think my mouth probably hung open, in mild shock, for a bit.  Even if I had any words to answer that, I couldn’t really deny it.

 

“…..uh….yeah…huh…that’s true….”

 

Well, far be it from me to rebuke the wisdom of my elders.  I guess I’ll just put it on my TO DO list, after I finish my Thesis this week…