The Dread of Inevitability

As it turns out, the family dinner tomorrow is inevitable. When I younger I used to be overjoyed by the prospect of eating at a restaurant- I guess I loved restaurant food. Nowadays, everything seems to taste average, and my appetite has not been raised in a loooong while. So going to a restaurant actually means nothing to me, and going to a restaurant with my parents is just another expression for devastation.

I can only imagine the awkward tension as we eat in silence--- maybe my baby sister will cry and scream, then Mum will try to shut her up. Or maybe Dad wouldn't shut up and make a fool of himself in public. Maybe I'm just the biggest pessimist on this planet, but I seriously cannot even imagine having a good night.

Oh, not to mention how I'm not going to get a present from them. Maybe the dinner is  the present--- but I'd rather not go... so that's a bit of a fail. Tomorrow isn't even a good day--- I have chemistry in the morning--- which I find boring, then I have 2 hours of free time, which I should probably use to catch up on maths-- unless I want to start on my maths homework right about... now. Then in the afternoon I have psychology, and whilst I find the subject interesting, I seem to bore myself to death in that class. I don't even know why. The teacher's nice, knowledgeable, and expresses himself clearly. He's actually an excellent teacher. Yet he somehow bores me. It makes no sense. How do I bore myself, when I find the topic interesting and the speaker expressive?

My attention span is shorter than ---- I don't even know what. I was about the say goldfish, but then I figured I'm much more attractive than a goldfish, so I didn't want to make that comparison. Not that attractiveness has anything to do with attention span, but I am wonderfully good-looking.

...Well, I might as well start on maths. I have no better forms of entertainment in a school week...