I cannot be seen.

[stoopbeck]

I am currently hiding out in my room from the pest-control guy, hoping desperately that he won't find me and lecture me on how I shouldn't cut my hair or how I'm disappointing my father by not pumping out the grandchildren or how I'm spoiled and/or ruining my life or whatever.

My dad is awesome. He's totally covering for me.

Also. When will I learn not to rely upon the internet for medical assistance? And even when the internet is helpful, why do I keep reading the horrific symptoms?

I will be hiding under my bed if you need me.