I Still Say Fuck The Title

Alright, it's Friday. Most of the world is celebrating about now except for me. I'm pretty useless and all that Friday means to me is that I am one day closer to having to listen to my father's passive aggressive bullshit for two days in a row Sunday & Monday. He has called me three times today. Once to have me buy something on eBay for a coworker, once for some other retarded shit, and once to find another coworker tires for his truck. He's fucking helpless at his old age. I'm amazed at how he's made it 51 years as it is. I feel like there is nothing really smart to be said either today, it's kind of a shame. Fuck it, today is a lost day in here.