Broke Car and ComiCon

I have this brilliant idea to get a table at the 5th Annual Ark-La-Tex ComiCon so I jump on the wagon and start to sketch away as the mules are going 30 MPH down a dirt road with me clinging on for dear life. I was doing so good until I got sick after my Mother ended up in the E.R. and I was down for three days.

All good now, so instead of sitting here working on my comic and some other random art to throw at people demanding they come to my table I am doing my homework that I didn't get to work on that is due today.
  

And this leading up to the last week that also starts today and I have to see about my next class(s) tomorrow. So my whole goal for ComiCon......
If I have to sell plasma I will get that table or make some deal with my Dad, which is like selling your soul to the devil. He is already paying to get my car fixed so asking him for helping to get a table would be overdrive.  I am getting tired of playing this game with him, I want to just tell him to leave me alone. I am his verbal punching bag and I cannot hadle it anymore. 

I will be so glad when he leaves town and I don't have to deal with him.  He calls me and asks what I am doing and I tell him I doing my homework, he inturn says that that is just an excuss that I am not doing anything. Everything I say to him is an excuss. I could be laying on the floor bleeding out and it is an excuss and I need to get up. I am so tired of his......

I am going to bring Little Girl back in and blrush my teeth. I think I'll kill something dead things tonight, do my homework. My Ligament Homework and then see I if I can get some sleep to go face off with him tomorrow while putting in the new door handles on my car. I am suppose to have an art hang out session with my freind and that means I have to ride in to work with my mother at 6 am and drive back home due we are done to one car. I want my car back so bad. :annoyed: