Oh superior being, why do I procrastinate?

I have to finish reading Murder in the Cathedral, write a bio on John Donne, outline a 20 page psych module, and I have yet to work out yet.  I NEED TO WORK OUT.

And I was having an okay day until my dad asked whether the dress fit yet.  I don't mind that he asked, I mind the tone that he asked in and the fact that he laughed.  Thanks asshole, for making me seem like a fat pig.  The dress isn't even that small on me.  The only part that didn't zipper was the very top and that's because there's elastic there and it's harder to zipper, not just because I'm fat, which I didn't think I was until his jerkface said something. 

Thanks, Daddy, really, I appreciate it.