Deep breath

I am very, very grouchy today. My dad called last night, apparently for the express purpose of making me depressed - he wanted to talk about the amount of water that theoretically might have been in my apartment - and well, he certainly succeeded. I have been getting by by being massively in denial and I was not ready to stop yet, dammit.

I don't actually know any more than I did before. This is not a meltdown caused by any actual information, just speculation.

(But I got in WoW! So I'm happier than I was. It's the small things.)