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I love my Da.

So is it bad if the most interesting thing that happened to me today was almost getting run over by a car? I'm not kidding, though, bastard ran the red light and had I been two steps further forward (which I would have been had I not stopped at the corner to look at a sign), he would have hit me. Coincidence is a wonderful thing.

The low point of the day was definitely having a money conversation with Da when he dropped off my Sudafed (I can breathe, it's a miracle!). I explained to him that I wouldn't be able to continue paying for therapy and not be flat broke, and he skipped the lecture about money management and said that if I could show him some good grades come the beginning of October, he'd have the fight with Mum to have them pay for therapy all the time (currently, I pay for one session a month, but even if I spend no money between now and the end of the semester, I'll be flat broke by December). I love my Da, he seems to have a much better grasp of this whole college student thing than Mum does. (He also tried to convince me to let him pay for any necessary school supplies in the meantime, but I'm going to try not to need that.)

Also, this is why I love my family:

Da (across a distance of about 10 feet, as I head off to the bus and he to the parking lot): Now don't take that Sudafed and make meth in the dorm now!
Me: Of course not, I need it to breathe. Why waste it?
Da: Yeah, well, you'd probably want to do it in the design room, anyway.

And my one thought, other than amusement? If I do it there, I'd have to share.

Yes, I know, I'm going to hell.

Oh, and the Geekling was on TV for about 2 seconds last week as part of his marching band. He's actually on the screen, sort of, so let me know if you want to see it. He looks positively adorkable in the uniform.

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