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Nov. 29th, 2006 03:36 am. . . I love my mother dearly, but she is insane.
My father's 50th birthday is on Friday; I just got a spur-of-the-moment e-mail from her asking if I wanted to catch a (six-hour cross-country) flight home on Friday (as in, three days from now) in order to make it back there for a night before flying back home on Saturday (in order to be back at school for Dead Week).
Apparently the insanity is genetic, because if I hadn't already promised to do tech for a show this weekend, I would have been pretty tempted to say yes.
My father's 50th birthday is on Friday; I just got a spur-of-the-moment e-mail from her asking if I wanted to catch a (six-hour cross-country) flight home on Friday (as in, three days from now) in order to make it back there for a night before flying back home on Saturday (in order to be back at school for Dead Week).
Apparently the insanity is genetic, because if I hadn't already promised to do tech for a show this weekend, I would have been pretty tempted to say yes.