[Prudence]

I wasn't allowed to do laundry because my mom was convinced I'd ruin everything. Instead, I got bathroom duty. And I never did a good enough job for her. At that time, my mom was, as far as I can tell, completely insane and everything had to be totally like-new clean at all times. She hated the way I cleaned my room because I still had stuff out. And by stuff I mean: the book I was reading was on my desk and not put away in my bookcase every time I put it down; I had pens and pencils in a holder on my desk, instead of putting the whole holder in a drawer so that the desktop could be completely bare. As far as she was concerned, there should be nothing at all left on the horizontal surfaces. But then she went back to work finally, and once she started working in downtown Seattle and got a taste of reality she got much better, and now she leaves her knitting projects on the mantle instead of putting them in drawers out of sight.

Meanwhile, my laptop screen has spontaneously started working again. I'm sure it's possessed.