LFG to start a folk band with me. PST. NO DEATH KNIGHTS.
Totally ignore me, I'm trying to be funny, and I'm not feeling too well. Not a good combo.

>>Warning: Rant<<

I woke up this morning at 4:fucking30 in the morning just so I could get ready to skate to work. No transportation today. I've never skated to work, but I knew that it took me an hour to walk, so I thought I'd just get there early. I skated a bit, then all of a sudden I'm throwing up everywhere. Yeah, true story. I walk back home and call my work so they know I'm going to be late. I call a taxi. There's no way I'm going to walk down the roads when I'm sick. I wait an hour and they never came. So I call again, since, you know, I don't learn from my mistakes. They never came after the second call, either. I'm convinced that they hate me. They're probably making fun of me <i>right now</i>.

To top this all off, I learn my mom has Emphysema and a tumor. We're not sure if it's cancer yet, but it's a bump around her hip area that is noticeably growing. I'm not completely convinced it's a tumor. (I really hope not, anyway.)