this is the face of dad on drugs

contrary to popular belief, i am madly in love with drugged up george. it is wildly better than the alternative and, though things may be more difficult, he is a lot sillier and happier (most of the time). today things got hilarious when i woke dad up during his afternoon nap. he had physical therapy in 30 minutes, which i felt was ample time to eat lunch and go to the bathroom. dad, however, felt this was not the case and couldn't stop muttering about he hates to be rushed. he swore he couldn't even fully chew his lunch he was so rushed and kept counting down (incorrectly mind you) the minutes until the lady would be here. when he had 2o minutes left, he shouted 12 MINUTES, panicking she was almost here. i couldn't stop laughing at his ridiculousness precisely because it is so typical of my dad before all this, just more pronounced because of the drugs. plus, he was sitting up the whole time he was yelling because his pain was no longer as intense, which is of course a miracle. see those 3 patches on the strong arm of the law? super duper magic. and in the words of tenacious d: tribute.