I think I need to develop the mentality that I effectively have two jobs making me money: My actual job, and living with my mother. I need to come to terms with the fact that she has zero concept of privacy, that she owns the house I live in, that I won't be able to afford a home for many years to come, and that if anything slightly inconveniences her she needs to barge in to where I am and go on a crazed rant. And since she is mildly inconvenienced every few minutes, that means I need to accept that I can't really have fun or hope. I've got this week off and I'd honestly rather be in the office. Ironically she barged in twice whilst I was typing this post to complain about how a "pretty" neighbour pisses her off and how she hopes she dies in the next five years because she hates being alive. Thanks mum.