I am so unbearably cranky today that I simply cannot deal with my father's over-protectiveness. He's called me four times already today and it's not even ten in the morning yet. The last time he called with a plethora of little suggestions about how to make my life easier, or rather, stupid things I should probably not do and could figure out on my own because having a fever doesn't make you stupid, I yelled at him that if he wanted to help me, then he could order me lunch, pay for it, and get it sent to me around noon, otherwise, I was doing fine, thank you, and yes, I know how to operate my own damned oven, thanks.
He was somewhat nonplussed.
Ahh, well. In conclusion: I want lip balm.