i have never hated my dad more than i hate him now. this morning he comes in and tells me that we can go home early today ... at 5 pm. real nice. he patted me on the head just now really hard and told everyone in the lab that i insisted on getting all four wisdom teeth taken out ... implying that if i listened to him and only got one out, i would not be in any pain ...   

also he was driving my car yesterday and someone hit him but didn't leave a mark and he doesn't think it is necessary to tell me that it happened. 

oh and every time he comes in, he tells me how terrible i look. thanks a lot, dad.