feygan: (Tim Drake - gun)
I need to make some money fast. I'm not sure how much I'm going to need, but it might be several thousand dollars.

My brother was hit by a car at around 7 pm on Thursday. He went into surgery at 9 p.m. for a possibly damaged spleen. He got out of surgery around 11:30 and my sister called to update us.

Turns out he punctured his spleen, damaged his pancreas, broke his leg, and possibly broke his pelvis.

We're going to the hospital Friday as it was too late to make the trip by the time the hospital called. We've asked my aunt to keep an eye on the Kid while we're gone, and it's going to cost a bit of money to go back and forth from home to the hospital. And when he's released he's probably going to stay with us for a while, which means extra groceries and trips back and forth for his rehab.

I'm really quite concerned.

I'll have to look around and see how to arrange some commission work or something, and I guess me and the Kid can make wallets to sell on Etsy, but... When it rains, it pours, amirite?
feygan: (FitzSimmons)
So I've somehow managed to misplace 10-pages of notes. Hm.

I've looked all over the place, but they're just gone, vanished. My absent mind has struck again, and now I'm going to be obsessing about those missing pages like they're the frickin' Holy Grail. Ah, the joys of OCD.

Remember when I lost those pages from Dragon Knight? It stopped that story dead and I've never been able to get back into it. -- "I love this story so much. Can you update soon?" "No, because I lost 27-pages and my mind. This shit's never happening. Sorries."

Ugh.

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