So it's been three years since my parents divorced, two years since I decided I'd rather not see my father again anywhere in the next five years.. But I met him today. I'm a flexible guy maybe, even when I feel loathing and suspicion. My sister Elf can't have severed all her ties with him for no reason either, eh. My father and I chatted away rather nicely actually, though I literally got very tired of his presence. As though he drained the energy from me. Of course we talked about his non-relationship with Elf for a bit as well, before he dropped me off at her house. I cycled home from there, stayed up until 2 am and slept through to 8. PM that is! Not healthy.. What's more, I have an early morning shift at Philips Semiconductors on Monday, so I stayed up all night Saturday as well, to be back in bed by Sunday afternoon. Being alive gets weird when everyone's sleeping. Still, the Tour de France is on – something to watch recapped throughout the night.