For a number of reasons, I have taken the decision to barricade myself into my bedroom which, although as hateful as the rest of the house right now, has the minor virtues of containing my bed, my laptop and the ability to be barricaded at all. Also, it gets me out of the way:
While my parents are away, my brother has become accustomed to having the place to himself to spend time listening to loud music and have his mates round. It's about half way through their holiday now and so far he's had to put up with me moping around the whole time. I figure that as he's been working all week and I've had the place to myself, it's only fair that he should be allowed some time which is similar to that which he is used to normally. So an additional bonus of choosing my room is that he's free to go about as if I wasn't here at all. With him being at work all day, my main purpose was to get food in for him, and I hope I've got enough to last at least until the beginning of next week, which means I'm not needed now until church on Sunday - I have cake and water in my room so I think everything's provided for.
I reckon we can probably go right up until mum and dad get home without him having to see any more of me, and if I miscalculate my provisions and die - we can always hope - it shouldn't be for a few days, and by the time it's noticed, they should be home and able to deal with it. He did tell me once that it would be inconvenient for me to die when it was just the two of us, so I'll try, but I have to admit, that today it was only through lack of equipment that I didn't wipe out an existence which should never have been at all.