Wagging family stuff, to still suffer too much family

On Friday night my dad got to town for weekend plans.  He arrived at my flat with my sister in tow while I was curled up playing Pokémon and feeling gross.  My sister without so much as a how do you do went into my spare room and started going through a new game I have that hadn't even been played yet.  Because while she constantly declares me unforgivable for violating made up rules in her head she absolutely refuses to acknowledge any kind of propriety.

Saturday I woke up far too sick to consider travelling to Tuatapere wedged in the back of my father's car for an overnighter with extended family for an uncle's birthday (I think it might have been his 60th).  Instead I mostly napped and wished my skull was a larger size as it was feeling far, far too small.

Sunday, middle of the day-ish, my father and sister turned up again and visited long enough to leave me extremely glad when they left.  My sister's habit of picking fights constantly and they playing the victim if anyone points out the behaviour (or gives any response to it at all, even agreeing with her just to shut her up sets her off) gets very exhausting.  The worrying part is that I genuinely can't tell if she knows she is doing it, or actually believes she is being 'picked on for no reason'.

Family is too much effort.  My family, anyway.

Last night I took my new boardgame to Carla and Ian's for its first play (also the first time I had stepped outside my building in 13 days).  It proved fun and I am less embarrassed by the kickstarter purchase.