I got sick again at my dad's, after he was cooking some nauseating bacon in the kitchen. There's something awful about waking up to the smell of overcooked bacon (or bacon at all) without warning people, particularly me, first. Once taking a sniff in the air early this morning, I started coughing. It's not that I hate bacon, I just despise the smell of it, especially if I'm still sleeping and having a good dream about something that I can't remember because of the fucking bacon!!
My father is to blame for this. He's a goddamn bastard. Then again, who here already didn't know that? *shrugs*