i feel like crap because i just yelled at my dad over the phone, the dad who's coming to see me tomorrow despite bad weather, and with a car packed with a dinner of homemade stew and cabernet sauvignon and homemade apple pie and other goodies, mostly because of something as stupid as deadlines and how bad school was today (korean is seriously the worst class ever; it's even more painful than those econ courses i took last term that made me want to gouge my eyes out).

i am. this. small.