I cried and cried on the phone to my father about bills and stuff on sunday before work, and I guess it worked - he is sending me $100. Not that I requested that at all, but he feels guilty somehow. I feel guilty that he feels guilty, but at the same time, this is a man who has never in his life paid child support. The least he could do right now is to help out with bills.
Sarah and I got a new futon from hell. After slaving away trying to put it together (and it is still not done) Meghan says that we can have hers, and she is just trying to get rid of it all. Greaaat. I wish I would have known that earlier, although it is really sweet and I love her to death.
Started more chemo yesterday. I wanted to die. I love my life and what's been going on, but damnit, I can't do it alone. That's why I have enlisted something that may help, although I don't want to say anything till I know for sure. I love you all and thank you for being so damn supportive.
And Happy Belated birthday to Taylor Hanson by two days. May he drink (legally) and be merry. Or married. you know...