I'm furious at the moment. Really, really furious. I just caught my dad smoking. He quitted (at least, he always lied that he quitted) a few months ago, after his Thrombosis-diagnose last year. Apparantly, he didn't quit, because I caught him smoking again today. And he was very indifferent about it, even. I'm so angry, so furious, I'm not even able to talk to him right now. It's a good thing I have Fluffy here with me.