Short one today.
My father came by this morning to drop off some stuff and moan about how downtrodden and put upon he is by... everyone. Typical for him, so I let him rant. Dad apparently noticed, so he turned his venom to me, saying I was making my mother lonely by not cleaning my house. My house is as clean as any other, but he always finds something. My mother and I have had to talk him down from calling the exterminator before over some gnats. By some, I mean three. I could scrub my house until it shines, but it would somehow be insufficient. If he really wants that level of scrubbing, I told him what I needed. He didn't listen.

Only real errand of the day is going to get a phone card. Service ends of the 7th, but with the holiday, I might as well.