My father seems to think that I can just sit there and miraculously cough up a new design for his fucking medal as if it was the easiest thing in the world. Never mind the fact that I already HAD a design that had been okayed by the chairmen and I worked roughly 20 hours on it to make it perfect. Oh no, that doesn't matter at all, that the board liked it so much that they're using it for something else now and I'm back to square one. I don't have the fucking TIME! I have a paper to finish!!! I have a knee to nurse back to health AND I'm planning to go on holiday next week! Just leave me the FUCK alone!!!