I'm not quite past what is bothering me but I am at least able to meet up with another human being without glaring at the person or crying. My dad came into my room yesterday afternoon and said he was taking me to a movie. I said I didn't want to go. He carried me and some un-matching clothes he got out of my closet into my parents' bedroom so my mom could dress me and comb my hair, and then forced me into his car. I told him he was being a bit extreme, but he didn't care.
We saw "Green Hornet." It sucked in my humble opinion, but my dad thought it was sublime. Midlife-crisis-aged men have atrocious taste in movies. He kept shoving popcorn into my mouth throughout the whole movie. At one point I told him that if he shoved another piece of popcorn into my mouth I would spit it onto the floor. He said, "Don't you dare," but he quit shoving popcorn into my mouth.
We stopped at some gross restaurant that my dad really likes for dinner.
He offereed me a sip of his wine. Gawd, that stuff tastes gross. I can't fathom how anyone could become an alcoholic. It tastes almost as bad as cough syrup.
My pesudo-aunt called after I got home. She's the one who was diagnosed with cystic fibrosis just a month or so ago at the age of twenty-three. She had to quit her teaching job, but she's finishing law school. One of her law school professors was a real jerk and tried to cause major trouble for her, but she fought him and won. She wants me to come visit her in Utah on my next vacation from the facility. I may go.