*I just woke up*

Me: *stayed up all night drawing and writing and watching video games, sleeping in my little blanket cocoon perfectly content with sleeping all day until night, dreaming about cats and stuff*

Dad: *walks in and starts pushing me against my wall, telling me something* Hey...you should like. Get up.

Me:....hey.....I should like...NOT do what you just said there. (this all really happened, real conversation with daddy duck) *rolls over*

Dad:...*pulls meh closed curtain back and blinds me with sunlight*

Me: Hisssssssssssssss-

Dad: Haha, but no seriously you should get up. 

Me: But like...what?

Dad: Stuff, with the family.

Me: Dad...we are the nocturnal part of our family. We don't DO stuff.

Dad: *scoffs* Pfft- yes we do!

Me: Dad, "time spent with our family" is not Time spent with our family. Besides, we "Spent time with our family" last night at (COUSIN'S NAME) birthday dinner. (it's confusing to normal people but to the night owl and socially awkward folk you know EXACTLY what I'm talking about)

Dad: Well there's food to eat!

Me: I don't eat, we've established this. I only ate a real meal last night to be courteous. I snack, no eating. 

Dad: Just get up *walks outta room*

Me: *mopes outta bed and scavenges for clothes* FIIIIIIIIIIIIIIINNNNNEEEEE.