I like that idea... just keeping something on me so I can have a way to refresh when I need to in a subtle manner. Having that on me might have saved me a lot of trouble on Thursday night... I'm pretty sure my dad and I aren't speaking right now (again) thanks to the blow up we had because I wanted to go home that night.

I don't want to tell my parents about my concussion because my mom has been very sick for months now with gallbladder issues and now a severe UTI. She's lost a lot of weight because she hasn't been able to eat more than one full meal a day since March, and she looks worse and worse every time I see her. Knowing about my head injury would just add to their stress for no good reason... and honestly, either way I would have been called ugly names; it was almost easier for him to think I was being a jerk than for me to let him get his feelings hurt because I didn't tell him about this.

Christmas will definitely be interesting... that's for sure!