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SO. True to tradition, there was a fuck up with my passes for the convention. Well, that's not true. I have MY pass bought and paid for, but because the stupid whore that runs the damn convention can't read, they have only sold me ONE pass instead of TWO. So now I have to sort it out with that annoying woman, and if they have to invoice me for 2 separate passes, Haydn and I won't even be seated together.

SOME PEOPLE ANNOY ME. LEARN TO FUCKING READ.

You would think when someone writes "2 VIP Passes x $400 = $800" IT MEANS THEY WANT TWO FUCKING PASSES.

Dumbass bitches.

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Sandra's funeral was today. Her husband only called my mum and dad YESTERDAY, when he knew they lived 6 hours away and would need a little time to sort things to get down for it. My parents were on the list of people to be contacted when she died, but it would have been nice for him to call them sooner. My mum won't stop crying. I hate this.

The only thing that made my mum a little happier was when I told her I was going to try to come visit her in 3 weeks time. I was going to go up and surprise her but she started talking about coming down at some stage near their payday in March and it was too close to when I wanted to come up, so I thought I had better tell her. She's happy about getting to see me either way.

Also, I started writing a new song, and I'm having major trouble linking the chorus I have with any sort of chord structure for a verse. Everything seems like its been done before. I hate feeling so unoriginal.

GOD. My mum just told me some more bad news. Another friend of ours just got diagnosed with a brain disease called Picks Disorder. They give her about 5 years, which sounds like a long time, but can you think about how fast the last 5 years have flown? Exactly. It all goes by too fast. And then everything you once had was gone, and everything you knew...well, you're just not sure of it any more.