I was having such a good week. Hadn't lost my temper with anybody IRL..
And then my dad raised his voice at me.
We had just finished watching the season finale of "The Orville", and there were a few minutes of disorganized family weirdness before I managed to start "Only Murders In The Building". A couple of minutes into the episode (at 8:39 in the evening, no less), he got up and started to leave the room. I asked him where he was going, and he said he was going to bed. I asked, "Why now?" He responded, loudly and angrily, that he had to get up in the morning. I responded even more loudly that he could have said something before I got the show running, and he literally asked me, "Do I have to explain everything!?" At which point I screamed, "It would be nice if you explained SOMEthing!!!"
Fuсk me... what is wrong with my fuсking brain?
We had just finished watching the season finale of "The Orville", and there were a few minutes of disorganized family weirdness before I managed to start "Only Murders In The Building". A couple of minutes into the episode (at 8:39 in the evening, no less), he got up and started to leave the room. I asked him where he was going, and he said he was going to bed. I asked, "Why now?" He responded, loudly and angrily, that he had to get up in the morning. I responded even more loudly that he could have said something before I got the show running, and he literally asked me, "Do I have to explain everything!?" At which point I screamed, "It would be nice if you explained SOMEthing!!!"
Fuсk me... what is wrong with my fuсking brain?
