And last night, my wife drove my mother-in-law home. She's a nice person, but I'm fucking sick of eating everything marinated in Vietnamese fish sauce. (It's not nearly as gross as it sounds, but don't ask how they get sauce from a fish. But, dude, the third time in a row you come home and see chicken, and then find out it's marinated in something that adds saltiness but not flavor, you start eating all veggie meals.) And she acts sometimes like she's retarded--not on purpose exactly, but, well, let me tell you the power story. She would often be on the phone, with three overhead lights and a lamp on, sitting on the couch watching TV, with the same program on the TV in the other room. But a few times, I came home at dusk and beat Mrs Anarky home, and she was sitting in the den with no lights on, not enough light to make out colors, reading! But she didn't want me to turn a light on, because she didn't want to waste power.
