I'm sick

I got home from rehearsal at SCT around 10:20 tonight. As I'm sitting on the couch with my father, he asks, "so what's going on tomorrow," to which I answered: "well, since I'm sick, I'm not going to talk all morning until I get to Singers when Mr. Nerbonne is going to test our ranges and I will be switched with one of the tenors since my voice will be lower then all of theirs..." After he was done grinning foolishly at me (we're both tired), dad then says "can I read my book now?" to which I answered: "well I'm not the one asking the questions am I?" Now we're sitting in mutual, silent companionship as he immerses himself in his book and I stare unproductively down at my english homework...