where his civilizations, including our own

My refrigerator broke, which triggered a huge unnecessary debacle with my dad wherein he told me not to get it fixed on the day I had planned, because instead he could get a new one for cheaper. I warned him that I had wanted to get it fixed on this particular day because it was the only weekday I would have off for a while, so if he pursued this plan, he should be willing to come to my house to accept the delivery of the supposed new fridge. He said no, he would just have it delivered at a time when my brother was home. My brother is a full time student, so... no.

My dad called saying he was having it delivered this Monday and that my brother would accept it. I said fine. Then today he called again like "Um so your brother is going to be at school, so can you be home between 2 and 4 instead?" me: "...... no, I'm going to be AT WORK. You know that."

So now my dad is coming over to my house, by himself, with nothing to do for likely several hours while he waits for a refrigerator. Did I mention he's nosy? I just had tons of fun locking away all my personal stuff and passwording my computer (which I don't need to do for just my brother, because he doesn't do dumb shit like that).

Yes, I should have just gone ahead with repairing it on the day I planned. Now we've gone without for a week instead of a weekend, and my dad nosing around here, and ugh.

I logged Wednesday's words after midnight, but I'm going to write again in the morning, so it'll just look like Thursday was huge. 1892 words per day to win.

I didn't even attempt to make an excuse for why I'm not going to my dad's house for Thanksgiving. I have enough going on that whatever he thinks of me is really not high on my list of concerns. Since he clearly does not hold me in high regard no matter what I do, why bother trying to influence it? He certainly doesn't bend over backwards trying to make excuses for his callous behavior towards me. Caring about his opinion gives him more power over me than he deserves. I don't say it in an angry way, just resigned.

So instead of putting myself through all that, I'll stay home and write.

Thank you for the kind thoughts and comments. I'm hurting and bleeding from places you don't normally bleed from, but I'm actually very alert and didn't get nauseated from the anesthesia at all, which was what I thought would happen. I also thought I might die, but that didn't happen either.

Some curious details.

( socks )

( as for my surviving parent )

I won't know if the procedure "worked" for a couple of weeks. Also this mood icon is a bit ironic because peeing REALLY hurts. Wait maybe that part should have been under a cut.