I realized this morning that I woke up a half hour late, but had enough time to make my dad and I something to drink. Next thing I know, I'm in the kitchen preparing the stuff, having ten million things going at once when my dad gets up and starts complaining about how I'm preparing his cup of coffee. Man, he REALLY pissed me off this morning! He never does that and he has no right to treat me like I'm some animal, especially in the damn morning when I can barely function myself.
Time to move on to homework crap, because all of it's due tomorrow so I have to get to it. Laterz and I hope everyone has a fine day!