Mar 07, 2011 09:32
Been recovering from a bit of a cold I got at work sometime last week (and I believe I know who I caught it from, too). I used the last bit of medicine I had left in my medicine cabinet so I'll have to go buy some more on Friday. However on that note, my dad ended up calling me yesterday and I told him what I had been going through, and for some odd reason he comes on to me like "why didn't you call us if you were sick? Let us come over and take care of you?" This is the second time he's done this, and it gets on my bloody nerves when he does. Does he for some reason think I'm not able to take care of my own damn self? In the year and three quarters that I have been alone, I have gotten sick numerous times than I care to count. For fuck's sake, I know how to bloody take care of my own damn self and I don't need any extra help. I am perfectly able to do things on my own, even if I am sick. Why can't the two of them get that? I'm 27 goddamit years old, I should know by know how to bloody take care of my own damn self. Seriously, parental figures, back the blazes off and let me survive on my own.
In other news, I had to drop my Flash class this week. The work load that instructor just piled on because of that one week during January we had to miss due to weather was just completely overwhelming and just did nothing but up my stress levels dramatically. Since it's not required for my major I don't really have to take it again, but I might consider it in the fall if the school does two things...get a different instructor and make it a two night class to make it easier to keep up with. I think I'll keep the book and read it from time to time. It was only a $40 book after all (I think that's the least I ever had to pay for a brand new school textbook).
Now to put some finishing touches on my Graphic Design II project. Late.
sickness,
stlcc,
family crap