By the time I wake up again I can easily tell I've slept more than I should've, because before falling asleep it was dark out, and it's now obviously morning. Sitting up in alarm I grab my phone and see I've gotten a bunch of messages. Mouth twitching, I avoid those to see what time it was when I was called by Gamzee...around 9:35pm. Son of a bitch.

Calculating in my head, if I had fallen asleep sometime around 11 in the morning, that means ten hours of sleep right there, and adding the time I slept till now, which it's almost 8am, that was...another 11 hours.

Holy shit a perfect total of twenty-one hours of sleep.

I'm not even sure if that's healthy...

I'm distracted by yet another text and I groan as I flip open the text inbox, now it reads:

33 Unread Messages

Blink

34 Unread Messages

Goddamn!

[carcinoGeneticist is now Online]

CG:...
CG: WHY THE EVERLOVING FUCK DID YOU TEXT ME SO MUCH BEE BRAIN

I scowl at the 20 messages from Sollux and see the ten others are from Gamzee

CG: HEY JUGGALO ASSHOLE
CG: CALM
CG: YOUR
CG: GODDAMN
CG:ASS
CG: DOWN

[TA has responded]

TA: oh my god kk you were 2tarting two worry u2
TA: diid you 2eriiou2ly 2leep that long?
CG: MAYBE I DID ASSHOLE AND MAYBE I DIDN'T
TA: ...
TA: iin other word2 you diid
TA: diid you 2leep at all the niight ii had a headache?
TA:...
TA: kk?
CG: NO OK
CG: I DIDN'T
CG: AND NOW I PROBABLY WON'T SLEEP FOR THE NEXT FEW DAYS
TA: that2 not healthy kk
TA: you 2houldn't do that 2ort of 2tuff
CG: NOT MY FAULT ASSHOLE
CG: ANYWAY, NOW THAT I'M READING IN THE OTHER MESSAGES
CG: WHY WERE YOU SO ANXIOUS TO CONTACT ME?
CG: I THOUGHT YOU WERE AT GAMZEE'S OR SOME SHIT
CG: SPEAKING OF THE ASSHOLE, i'M GOING TO ANSWER HIM

TC: wHoA bRo
TC: i WaS jUsT aLl Up AnD woRrIeD aBoUt A mOtHeRfUcKeR
TC: cOuRsE, sOlBrO wAs MoRe WoRrIeD
CG: I'M TALKING TO HIM RIGHT NOW
CG: SO I'LL JUST GO ANSWER HIM
CG: UNO FUCKING MOMENTO

TA: yeah, and we iinviited you along two remember, but then you ju2t 2aiid no and hung up and after ii
TA: 2orry
TA:we
TA: triied calliing you agaiin, you diidn't an2wer 2o yeah
TA: we got a biit worriied
CG: I WAS JUST SLEEPING AND I'M FINE
CG:PLEASE TELL GAMZEE TO CALM HIS CLOWN ASS DOWN OK?
TA: he ii2 calm now kk
CG: ...
CG: OK
CG: I'M GOING TO EAT NOW
CG: DON'T ANSWER THIS JACKASS

I set my phone down on my bed and stride over to the mirror, looking at my hopeless mop of hair that's doing the weird spiky-curl that only occurs when I sleep for awhile. A scowl is settled on my face and I make an effort to change it to an indifferent line.

It's rather quiet in the apartment, so I don't bother to straighten up my appearance any. Walking into the kitchen, I grab various materials and prepare myself a batch of pancakes, humming a bit to myself until I sit down at our now cluttered table. I push aside a small pile of watercolors before sitting down, practically inhaling the few pancakes I made myself before I realize it's almost completely silent.

Glancing around I notice the note taped to the fridge and I leave the table to look at it.

"Had to take Nepeta to her friends house, then going shopping, -mom"

A smile tugs at the edges of my mouth at the paint splatter next to "mom", it was no wonder so many people had nicknamed her "Mrs. Paint", somehow she always has paint on her, and gets it everywhere else.

Shaking my head I decide to lounge in the silence, by shoving the rest of the pancakes down my throat and moving quickly to my room and turning on my Xbox. Only a few minutes later my phone is on silent, my room is completely dark besides the tv screen with it's dim glow, and a controller is clutched in my hands.

How else am I supposed to spend a Sunday?...or whatever hell day it is.

"Hey Karkat you awake?"

I'm pulled out of my game-playing mindset when my mom opens the door. It takes me a moment before I realize it's her, and I have enough of my wits to pause the game.

"Yeah, I didn't mean to sleep for-fucking-ever, it just sort of happened," I say with a small grin, standing to flip on my lamp. She's holding bags of groceries, but smiles softly at me.

"I'll be making dinner, it'll be ready in about half an hour, Nep is at Terezi's again," She tosses over her shoulder as she turns around to walk to the kitchen. I look at my clock and nod at the amount of time that had passed. I decide to check my phone and I see that I had been texted a few more times, but those were only from Gamzee, although there was one from Sollux.

I still don't feel like talking to either of them, so I just stretch the kink out of my back and jump onto my bed, sitting cross-legged and grabbing my laptop. I realize I haven't really gone through my blog in awhile so I power it up and start to scroll through the websites, seeing I have multiple messages and literally hundreds of posts.

I settle back in my pillows for a while of blogging.

-
"Dinner Karkat!" My mom announces, and I barely glance up as she walks into my room, setting down the plate next to me.

"Thanks," I mumble, continuing to scroll and watching her out of the corner of my eyes.

"Your face isn't that beaten up."

I jerk my head up to look at her; a sad expression is on her face.

"I'm just a pretty fast healer," I say softly, sort of remembering that I'm still covered with bruises that are still twinging with pinpricks of pain.

"I guess I should be thankful for that...but..." She trails off, not meeting my gaze.

"I'm fine, you don't have to worry about me," I say quickly, hoping that my tone is convincing enough, although it doesn't seem to be.

"Yes...I realize...as you've told me before...well, sorry to get back into that topic, enjoy dinner," Her bright smile flits across her face before she spins around and walks out the room once more, letting the door click shut behind her.

I shake my head slightly and return back to my laptop, enjoying the food she had brought.

It's now Wednesday and we only have a week and two days until our performance in arts class. School has been as long and tedious as usual, and to be truthful I'm only forcing myself to go because of arts class. I can skip if I want to. The other groups have already made good leeway on their projects, and we just like to observe them practice their lines or throw paint-splattered paintbrushes at each other. The others have actually gotten pretty creative, although one other group will also be doing a song, in a totally different genre from ours though.

We're the only group that hasn't practiced in class, we've only worked on our individual parts or gone to Tavros's place to practice. We're pretty good if I do say so myself, although there's that one part that I wish we could time better, but there's always going to be a few issues with it.

Right now Sollux and I are discussing the homework for Computer Aps, which was to create a code, and I'm in the most subtle way possible asking him to help me out.

"KK there's no way you can have it configured like thith," he insists with a frown, tapping the paper which I've jotted the code onto.

"Who says I can't! And if you're so smart then you fix it for me," I retort, throwing a pen at his head and leaning back in my chair, crossing my arms defiantly. Sollux sticks his tongue out mockingly and turns to the paper, scribbling something before balling it up and tossing it at my head, nailing me between the eyes.

"ow what the hell!" I yelp, slamming my feet on the ground to prevent myself from falling backwards. Unfolding the paper I scowl.

"What. The. Hell."

"I wrote the instructions to fix it in German, I realithe that you want me to do your homework for you, now come on, I dare you to gueth it all," He smirks at me, blue eyes glimmering with mischief.

"Oh it's a motherfucking challenge now Bee-brain, and by hell will I turn it down," I grin evilly at him, quickly scanning the room before jumping up and running over to a group working on their art project.

"Hey Calliope, can you translate this for me?" I ask quickly, feeling Sollux's curious gaze on my back. She smiles at me and nods, using the stick of charcoal to write the translation below. She'd lived with her brother in Germany until recently, she moved here over the summer and Roxy had introduced her to me.

"Here you go."

I take it and run back to the table.

"HA! I WIN YOU SMUG ASS!" I shout triumphantly, getting a few looks and giggles as I slam the paper onto the table.

"THAT WATH CHEATING!" He protests, standing up to lean over the table and glare at me.

"You didn't say a damn thing about getting help," I sneer, meeting his gaze with an equal amount of smugness.

"Thtill doethn't mean you can cheat," He glowers, and I can see the slight tint of his red eye behind the blue contact. I lose my defensiveness and start laughing, earning a confused glare from him.

"I still won, so you can just suck it Tholluckth!"