Okay. Decent day. It didn't make me throw up, but it wasn't Extra Neato Fun With Rainbows either. And you know why? Becuase if there was no problems, that would mean my dad was thoughtful. And God forbid he could care about his only daughter. So, I got home. He asked me to feed the cats. So, I got me crutches and got over, got the food ready, and tried to get it outside for them to eat. And..I struggled. It took me about one-and-a-half minutes to go a foot without spilling anything, becuase if you've tried to carry somtthing and use crutches..it's hard. Near impossible. So I asked him nicely to help me. And he snapped, telling me to do it. So I, once again nicely and as calmly as I could, told him that it was hard with crutches. And he said, very rudly, that he'd just do it himself. He than proceeded to tell the preson he was on the phone with how lazy I am and, I quote, how, "She can't walk twenty damn feet fo feet those animals! I'm sure if it was for the computer, she'd walk!" I than tried to assure him that I couldn't walk. (And, I can't. Seriously. I can only take about three or four steps without the crutches) He than (prety much barked) "BYE!" It took all my willpower not to burst out into tears. ..I managed not to. I didn't want to give him the satisfaction: whenever I cry, he laughs. Hard. There's been times when he would tell me things just to make me cry, like how he'd let my kitten die and that I'm worthless. But maybe he's right. I'm SORRY my foot is jacked! It's all my fault I'm crippled! ;_; And maybe I should just crawl into a hole and die!