still, I love tomatoes. (& 2 edits)

If only I could have nothing to do with Camus for the rest of my life. I think he feels the same way about me. [Haha, well, he's quite dead, of course - but still.]I actually find myself wanting to do my Spanish homework instead, that's how bad it is. When I have to get a job or something... it's going to suck.I even cooked tonight, which is my number one act of procrastination. I made everybody sit at the table to eat two kinds of tomato-based dish. My father was with us. He's so much better than last July. Eee, I love my daddy. :DBut I wish he would do my French homework for me.ALSO, I find myself thinking about things like mortgages. And why do some people say relator for realtor? It's realtor. Or is it Realtor®?And OOH. The good thing about my having cooked is that my family didn't know I was procrastinating, just that they were getting fed. That will buy me my mother's love at least until the leftovers run out. My mother has two kinds of love: unconditional and conditional. The food will buy the conditional kind. However, my mother doesn't believe in conditional love, on a philosophical level. When I was little she would not accept an "I love you" after she did something nice for me. She said I must always love her, even when I didn't get anything. Which is true, but which has resulted in my being nervous about expressing any excess of gratitude, lest I be told off for it. But she didn't know that would happen. Maybe I should go back to that book.