This also meant that I had to reschedule my shoot for today. AGAIN.
And I found out this morning that I am no longer eligible for the dental plan I was under. I then called my mom who called my dad to find out what the hell was going on. My dad told her to tell me to call him if I am having problems with this. So my mom calls me to tell me to call my dad. I call my dad. Talk to him a bit. It's the first time since before I moved out. It was kind of nice but of course my dad did ask me if I was still living at home. Yay awkwardness. Fucking fucked up family shit. Hello rock. Hello hard place. ~cuddles between them~ I fully realize that much of this isn't going to make much sense without background but I don't feel like writing it right now. Another time. I have to call him this afternoon to find out what is going on. I will have to reschedule my dentist appointment. AGAIN.
~brief pause for about 20 minutes~
Ok, and now I had a great conversation with my mother. I knew I shouldn't have brought up the dad thing (well the me talking to him sometimes part, the rest was why I needed to call her). I knew that it would go about the same way it did. I hate being right sometimes. Well, thanks for telling me to do whatever I think is right "because I'll do it anyway" and including the implication that there is only one right thing to do and anything else would be a betrayal to her. ~is now quite firmly nestled between the rock and the hard place with no hope of getting out~
I have been awake for about an hour and a half now (It's about 11 right now). That is, if you don't include my getting up at 7 to try to call the dentist which of course wasn't open, and waking up again at 8 to call them again and let my mom know what's going on.
I am feeling rather crabby. Fuck this day.
And fuck you, Scott Baio.
