Rawracookie's DJ

All the standard relatives are at the Th.'s for some sort of partyish thing. They make coffee in the far back addition. I decide to help by making coffee. I do it on a small table next to the stairs up. I end up with some grounds floating in otherwise clear water. Grandma Th. comes over and asks what I was doing. Her coffee pot shatters. Eventually I am let off. I sit at the table in the kitchen next to uncle Er. He has a strip of paper with a domain name on it next to some dollar amount. He just bought it for a fictional website. I wonder about the domain name I was going to get. I don't remember after that.