The last two days I've been pulling my hair out. My Dad is still in the hospital, Jake could be sick, he's scared out of his mind and inconsolable, and surprise! I can't be there for either of them. I can't get my fucking mind off of any of it. At least Brad is visiting this weekend to take my mind off of it, which Jake is pissed about (understandably so) and I'm sure I'll be hearing about this for the next few years. I mean I would be completely furious if his ex-girlfriend stayed at his house for the weekend, making a road trip or not, so I can see where he's coming from. But the whole 'Brad and Me' thing happened almost 4 years ago.
I slept two hours last night, and had to get up for work at 7, came home and passed out at 9 and was awoken by non-stop text messages and phone calls for 30 minutes. So of course, now I'm awake and I can't fall back asleep. I watched Ace of Cakes and an awful/awesome movie called '200 Cigarettes' on TBS.f
Fuck it, I just can't win.
...but i trained myself to French-braid my own hair.
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Hope he's okay, dearest.
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