Fuck Your Midlife Crisis

I am finally home! I worked until 7:35 tonight because of the stupidity of people before me. There's nothing like getting the part you need until 5:15 because somebody put a 1987 engine in a 1986 truck. I am sore, sick and tired and I just want to go to bed but I cannot. Why? Because my father spent the day at the tattoo shop getting his Opeth tattoo so he can try to act cool around people some more. He just walked in the door. Joy. Now I get to go grocery shopping because he couldn't do that the rest of the day.