Living at home is tricky

My dad just caught me smoking again. He didn't say anything, but I know he saw me out on the porch. Damnit. I know he knows I started again, but I hate that he "knows." Poop.

I don't think the week before grad school starts is any time to quit smoking, and I doubt I'll do it any time during grad school. I'll be living here until at least next summer, so I don't know what to do. When it snows and I have no reason to be outside, he'll just have to put up with me. I'm hiding the damn tattoos, at least he can tolerate me smoking... right? I'm a horrible houseguest.