I can’t get over feeling angry and fked for life today. It’s my dad’s birthday and I swear it’s HIM I’m “hearing” in my head saying I should do 100 sit ups and I’m too fat and how bad red meat is and he’s gonna die if he has any and I’m going to die if I have too much without clarifying that “too much” isn’t “any,” (right before he comes home with a frickin big mac). For all these “health tips,” you wouldn’t think him the guy to OD on Fentanyl.