My father is frankly being insufferable. So much so that I've actually dreaded coming home. He's been whining about his knee for about three months now, finally went to see a specialist and was informed he's torn his cartilage. Ouch. I know. I'm not denying that it is so not a fun position to be in. But now that he's had his diagnosis confirmed, he wanders around like a war victim. I'd feel sorry for him but he feels sorry enough for himself as it is, my pity would be wasted. Not only is he overcome with self-pity, he's endlessly demanding. And because we can't continually placate his melodramatics, he becomes petulant and grumpy. Mum and I are on the edge. So anyway, he has to have an operation in some point in the future and I shudder to think what he'll be like on crutches.
I've mainly sequestered myself in my room to read and avoid confrontations. Best way to go about it, I feel. I get annoyed though because he'll get on my case for not watching the shows I record on IQ, but then he's constantly hogging the television so I never have a chance to actually watch anything. No win situation. Not that logic enters his arguments - he told me off on Tuesday because there were leaves on my car when I got back from work. Apparently parking under trees is now strictly verboten. I just...I can't.
Besides that, I've taken some time off work to start properly working on my TW chapter. Spent Thursday and Friday researching. I was so looking forward to spending some quality time in the State Library - imagine my disappointment when I got here at 9am on Thursday to find it closed for refurbishment. Woe. The UTS library is a poor substitute, but hey, at least I got work done. I have about ten pages of notes - not sure how relevant it all is but it's a start at least.
Of course I had a total moment of panic about it all. I feel so desperately unqualified to be writing this. I mean really, who cares about what I have to say? I'm just some random person. But I can't really turn my back on the opportunity, as much as part of me just wants to flee. And I do enjoy it - I just doubt the validity of my work.
Anyway, as I am feeling less than well at the moment, I'm just lying about today, trying to make a dent in my disturbingly huge (and continually growing) To Be Read pile. So many books, so little time.
Music: Dark blue - Jack's Mannequin