Last wednesday, while i had 30 more minutes of sleep before i had to finally get up to finish packing and get ready for my flight, i felt compelled to wake up.

why.

because i smelled something. i smelled this smell that, like a pavlovian mutt, it immediately brings me back to a far off place as a rush of memories and feelings bum rush me.

i smelled my dad.

it was weird. it was "his" smell. it's like this sweaty smell he has when he just wakes up or after a long day at work. i hated this smell because it was my dad's smell. it's not a pleasant smell. and on this morning i woke up from peaceful slumberland and i smelled it.

i immediately smelled my sheets. clean. i smelled my shirt. clean. i smelled my blanket. clean. i smelled my own breath doing that cup action technique with both hands. clean. nothing.

i couldn't understand it. so i went back to sleep but yet again, i was awaken by that smell. and i frustrated the heck out of me i couldn't figure out where that smell was coming from.

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my last night in brooklyn and i come home 4am in the morn. my dad is talking to me, trying to tell me all these errands he wants me to run for him and i get kinda annoyed. i just wanna read about how the yanks swept the cubbies, how horry sank the pistons with last second heroics, and anything else i can gather about the yankees on the web.

my dad refused to let me alone and i tried brushing him off and kinda ignored him.

i felt like an ass. father's day just passed too and the day before he spent all this money treating everyone to a bomb dinner.

so after a few minutes, i took the brookstone gigantic calculator (my sister's idea of a gag gift since he needs to do accounting but his eyes are getting worse from age), wrapped it real ghetto style, and gave it to my dad 5 in the morn.

joked around with him for a bit and went to sleep feelin like less of an ass.

i'm so lucky to have two loving parents who care about me so much.

just gotta keep reminding myself it's outta love and nothing else, everytime i get mad/pissed/annoyed/vexed/irritated.