My mom's final chemo treatment was last Thursday. Thanksgiving week, she'll have her surgery, and then they'll look into whether or not she'll have to have radiation as well.
My father lost his job on Wednesday at the company he's been working at for as long as I can remember. Due to personal grudges of bosses over him. I am not happy about that. It may give me the opportunity to go into business with him in minority advertising for the area. It sounds promising, which means it probably won't work out for me. Hehh.
Bah. Fuck it. I just want to move to Spain and raise goats for the rest of my life.
Becca is not in a good mood.