We lost the Valentine's Day footage because the recipient didn't call us. Now all we have is her interviews, a friend of hers that we know nothing about and have little idea when she's going to show up, and no moving shots, really, at all.
I mean, goddamn this is going to be a boring-ass three minutes.
People are just so goddamn unreliable. First Brian, now this, and Werewolf (though that wasn't really unreliability... just annoying/stressful)... Goddamn.
I can't sleep. I just feel too frustrated with the world.
On top of all that, Mom's back in the hospital. Apparently her chest cavity is still filling with fluid, but her catheters aren't draining properly and no one knows why. Well, fuckin' awesome. Jesus Christ on a pogo stick. Chemo's off for this week, hopefully if they can drain her it'll get done next week.
And, of course, no one thought to FUCKING TELL ME THIS UNTIL TODAY! So when my dad called earlier, I was totally like, 'oh, she's finishing chemo this week'... apparently not.
Grr and sigh.
Can I quit now?
