It's coming up to that time of year where people start to put up Christmas decorations far too early. By the time it gets here, I'm gonna want to rip them all down. Hell, I want to do that now. It's too soon to hear about those jingle-f*cking-bells, thank you.

Sam is being carted off to Chicago for Thanksgiving. One of those damn family gathering things that I am so glad not to be part of. Trust me, it was never fun and I almost died of boredom at every holiday. I don't think Sam wants me there anyway, she seems to think I embarass her or something. *eyeroll*

And I forgot how time consuming it was looking at places to live. FYI, it's not fun either.

[Private]

She knows I'm right, and I wouldn't have even suggested moving if she hadn't eluded to her struggling before and staying regardless. I'll keep looking even if she is being too stubborn about it. Sleep deprivation will eventually make her come to her senses. It'd be nice if she just admitted it, but then I can't talk. We're both very good at just not speaking about stuff, so she probably just thinks I'm being a hypocrite for trying to get her to let it out. Whatever. If nothing else, we can get some kind of fresh start going and maybe she'll feel better.

Damn. The beer bottle is still full, not even in my hand, and I'm already in a weird, wordy mood. Mindless TV time, I think.

I don't want to think about this *thing* with Mulrooney. If I start forming sentences then I'll start wanting to punch things, and that won't go down well, so just don't ask me.

We got a distraction yesterday when Isabel had to spend the night at our place. To say she was unimpressed with that would be an understatement. Personally, I think we're a hoot and a half- hmph (...okay, maybe not right now). But at least it wasn't any longer than one night. I think she may have had an even bigger tantrum if we told her she had to stay one minute longer. That, and I don't think we would've lasted much longer given everything else. The poor kid was just lost.

How do I get Ellie to stay where she is so we don't get THAT?!

[Private]

I don't know how to make it so she feels safe? comfortable enough to sleep in her own home. All I seem to be good for is staying up with her so she's not alone in her crazy. I feel like the definition of useless- you'll find my name in the dictionary.

My kid (the teenage one) has suddenly turned into of those rebelling teenagers you hear so much about. Damn genetics. Since she's adamant about getting what she wants -- this being money for whatever thing it is her friends have said she needs -- and not afraid to use tactics such as stealing, I feel an argument on the horizon with her mother.

Grounding them never works, as Sam proved when she crawled out the bedroom window.

[Private Thoughts]

We always disagree on everything. I knew it was gonna happen eventually because Sarah has this thing about trying to get me to do things her way when it comes to raising Sam, or else. Forget that. Alex reminded me that this isn't a place where Sarah can dictate anything. But she'll try, and then I'll be in hell again. I think Sam's attempt to pilfer some money was a first time thing, and arguing with her mother over it isn't my idea of punishment, but I'm not keeping my mouth shut, tucking my tail between my legs and being a good boy when she tells me what to do either.

Damn Sgt. Pickler has ruined my day. He's insisting I stay here until I've finished this stack of reports -- something about my reward for going home early the other day to take care of our sick baby. He probably hates me (the feeling is mutual), but I was hoping to spend a mindless evening watching the TV, eating a pizza and maybe entertaining a one-year-old. Now I'm gonna have to settle for pizza over paperwork. It's such a shame he won't let me have a beer to wash it down...

I'm kinda surprised he hasn't tried to pass off another poor sap to partner with me this month. He usually tries to "encourage" my people skills, that or he just wants to annoy everyone through me. Here's hoping he's not planning something at my expense. It never works out well when he does. When will he learn?

RP thread for csu_claire_fish

David used to believe the worst chore in the world had been anything to do with laundry. He was, however, quickly changing his mind. It was grocery shopping. Not that he'd never done it before, but he'd always tried his best to avoid it- and he always cursed Alex whenever she won. And lately, she won more often than he did. He realised he needed to change his tactic before he became doomed to repeat the experience every week. That was unacceptable.

Laden with food, he aimed the cart toward the exit -- freedom -- and picked up the pace.

[RP thread for goren_mcs]

Long day--this was going to be a long day. They were the words swimming in David's head as he walked towards the MCS squadroom. Hoping to catch Alex because they were supposed to be going to lunch together--and he was starving right now.

And then he was disappointed when he noticed that she wasn't at her desk. Never one to allow himself to feel down for long, he dropped himself into her chair and waited for her to return -- unable to keep his eyes from roaming around her desk and her partner's.

Detective David Dresden, IAB

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