The Unpleasantries of Not Having Your Own House

So, I wake up, and walk downstairs...INTO CHAOS.

There are people down there not of my family, staring at me in my yesterday's clothes that I have to wear to get to the bathroom, my hair looking like ferrets have been mating in it, and me stumbling around in post-sleep clumsiness. And the entire family's there, too, so there's no room in the kitchen to even /think/ about breakfast; besides, all of them would be watching me eat, and that's just fucking creepy.

Grump. I miss not having anyone in my house unless I damned well invited them in myself.

On a brighter note, I have found coolness: Gene Pool. It is not a game, it's a natural selection simulation with tiny 'swimbots'. You can mess with the environment they're trying to evolve in, as well as tweaking what they find sexually attractive. A scary amount of fun can be had, as this demonstrates:

Me: *selects for them to be attracted to 'hyper' swimbots*
Hyper Swimbots: YAY! SEX! SEXSEXSEXSEXSEX! *fill the screen*
Still Swimbots: Starving. Want. Food. See. Food. Can't. Reach. Starving. Help. Us.
Me: Hmmmm. *selects for 'still' as atrractive*
Hyper Swimbots: YAAAAAAAAY! *jump the still swimbots in great, caffeine-fueled ORGIES*
Still Swimbots: WTFBBQ?! Get! Them! Off! Oh! Hell! *EXPLODY*
Hyper Swimbots: *swim off, looking smug*
Me: *giggle* I am a cruel and perverted god.