Was getting ready for bed, but fuck it! It's drinking time.
It's been a long day of bungled medical appointments, too much driving, bad news and frustrating problems at work, a blackout and busted equipment at home. Stepping out of the shower to another round of "your family knows better than you, fuckhead".
All aspects of my life feature people dead-certain that they know my shit better than me. And in all cases I invite them to take the reins, as I am beyond giving a fuck about most of it.
At least on the familial side, the only amusing thing is just how shockingly accurate my father was about how things would turn out after his death. Even on the verge of death and half-senile, he know people better than he let on.