  all in all, i'm feeling better. the bad mood's subsiding, and today i'm happy. i'm having one of those days where i feel like i'm in rare form, cracking jokes left and right, striking up conversations with perfect strangers, running around with endless amounts of energy, thinking up brilliant new designs for various candy dispensers, etc, etc.
although i did make a nasty phone call to my doctor, but i think, after all i've been through (sniff, sniff), she deserved it. i woke up late this morning, approximately ten minutes before i had to be at work. i ran into the kitchen, where my dad was doing dad things such as alphabetizing his mail, and cried, "i'm late, i'm late! " immediately, he sprang into action. "okay," he said, all serious-like and standing up so fast i thought he'd knock over his chair, "you take your shower and when you come out, i'll have your breakfast and coffee all ready.
" which he did. then, after said breakfast and coffee were consumed, i was heading out the door when he cried, "wait! i made you a lunch," and then handed me a bag complete with sandwich, chilli, soda, banana, and cookies. god love that man. one generalization i think that's fair to make- when you have an italian parent, you'll never go hungry. never! 
