gee, that's two e-mails in a row that (a) make me want to cry and (b) I have no idea how to reply to

*bites lip* My father -- the one who has spent the last ten years leaving every fucking winter and making no money while he does it, the one who spends almost half the year in Thailand and Laos -- just sent me an e-mail telling me that I'm wasting my education, my major is useless, and that I need to think about the future, otherwise my degree is going to end with me working as a clerk at Fred Meyer.

*tries not to burst into tears* It's not like he's the one to talk. Also, I like my program, and as my mother says, it's undergrad. It doesn't fucking matter what your undergrad degree is.

ETA: Have taken the day off work to have a nervous breakdown. Have plans involving many many cups of tea (must buy tea this week; am almost out of jasmine), knitting, and comfort TV. Will hopefully not end up on WEBS doing shopping therapy via yarn.

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Oh my God, y'all should see today's XKCD. I want to write Narnia so hard write now.