She goes berserk whenever it’s buffering, and if something technology-based (e.g. THE INTERNET) screws up around here, it’s my fault by default.
Somehow, I miss this. I’m so used to the peace and quiet of our Ortigas Ext apartment that I find spending a Monday alone with the parents… therapeutic. Next thing you know, I’m already moving back in with them. CRAZY TALK ENDS NOW.