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I'm still sick, shaky from pseudoephedrine decongestants, and my parents are in another cycle of the Mobius bickering that defines their relationship. You don't listen to me, you're so inconsiderate, blah blah de blah. Half of it is due to the fact that their relationship has some definite underlying conflicts, but the other half is due to the stress of the UTTER CRISIS SITUATION!!! that the holidays always turn into. Why we always have to go so overboard on it, I don't know.

I hate how much my parents fight around the holidays. It's always made me kind of dread this season. I look forward to a time when I only have to show up for dinner.

If this gets much worse I'm just going to leave them to their bickering.