I spent my day replacing my Father's air conditioner. Not sure how much I cover this, but I can't stand my father. Like all fathers you have to love them, but at one point I can't stand the every 3 minutes of "what are you doing, followed by a 10 minuted explanation, followed by 3 more minutes of work. Then again "what the hell are you doing.". Apparently it's a government work ethic.
Oh, and my father's idea of having a conversation is that if he can stay on the same general topic, that counts.
I'm so fucking tired I can't stand it. I would love to have some nice pills to just put me down when I'm ready. Hopefully I'm going to get a good ride in tomallllly.
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