After a good night's sleep, I feel a whole lot better today. My mind's clear. I'm over it now.. last night, I just scribbled a whole bunch of nasty crap on a piece of paper (I think I used the word 'fuck' at least a hundred times). I think it's mostly out of my system.

I'm eating a hamburger my dad cooked for me last night...
I found it on the kitchen counter this morning with a little note-

"I made this for you, minji. Love you! ~dad"

Good ol' dad. It's those thoughtful little things that really get me. Helps life to be a little more bearable. I have to remember to hug him when he wakes up. God knows he needs it working outside 6 days a week...

Oh, and by the way- the hamburger is delicious. Smothered in cheese, just the way i like it.