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Jul 25, 2006 08:46

Julian called me at 4 AM Central when he got my message on facebook. We talked for twenty minutes. I blew up at him over the whole thing; he was upset, too.

I knew that he'd understand what I was talking about - it's why I sent him the message in the first place. He called me as soon as he got it.

How I love Julian.

In other news, my mother's saying that my dad's in poverty-mode again. Oy. My parents, unlike most Americans, actually have money and are not living in debt. I don't get it. Then again, my family has the whole 'money for a rainy day' mentality - it's why I'm such a cheap bastard. We don't do mortgages, we don't buy houses we can't afford, etc.

Thus, when the rainy-five-years-of-depression-and-unemployment came, they could support three children. It paid off.

My dad's health is pretty shaky, so we're always making room for potential medical bills.

I really hope he doesn't die. He warned me that he might die soon. That nosebleed in June? It was a hemmorhage; blood gushed out. It would have killed him if there weren't medical facilities around. Hmm.

I don't know what we'd do without him.

Hmm.

julian, parents, family

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