Every single time I work up motivation to do something, every single time, I'm interrupted. Whether I'm taking a break from something to go get some water, and get asked by my mom to fill her soda cup, or I'm busy working on something in here, and get bugged by her to go do something else, like dishes or feeding the damn cat or something equally inane.
Not to mention the aggrivation factor of her not even being able to fill her own soda. If I was to yell from my room for somebody to bring me a drink of water, I'd be (rightly) slapped down for it. But at the same time, she can't walk the maybe five feet from her computer to the kitchen to get herself a soda.
And she claims *I'M* the one that's addicted.
I can't wait to get out of here...