If my dog could read minds....

At present I'm experiencing notorious 'family time'; my sister sits facing me, on the opposite side of the room- mirroring my interest in the laptops glowing screen, whilst my dad plays guitar on the lounge between each of us. - the crux of his Hispanic flare I believe is a bid to convince himself as well as his two daughters that he is really Spanish. This has been happeneing most frequently since dad spent a short time in the country, more than 2 years ago.

This is all being done under the guise of watching T.V. or more precisely- watching some show about psychic pets. . . (Yeah, I'm feeling more retarded and anti-social by the minute).
Nevertheless, it made me realise how droll my Monday night's shenanigans have become since leaving college. I have no commitment any more- even in the face of a FREE CLOUD CONTROL CONCERT tonight!

Shameful- I know.

Lame- Yeah, you're right.

So, why do I feel so happy doing nothing?...ishax
(Also kudos to Photographer Mary Robinson- I've used a fair few photos of hers as of late and I plan to do a write-up very shortly)