msbelle well knows Fillion is down for random shit for his fans, so I can't really even get into a fake reaction to him shirking his celeb duties. All my reflexes say nay.
Also, she had too many emotions for me.
My sister asked me yesterday why my mother being sick would have made any difference at work. I just spent 45 minutes on the phone with Mumsy, and I think I may have worked it out on a facile level at least. She needed me to step up my game, at the very least in terms of being a good support person. She needed me chipper and pleasant and all that stuff, and I didn't turn it off when I went to work in the morning.
It's not coming from nowhere, some parts of my life are dead now, but I suspect my sister has blabbed about that, and my mother does seem to be feeling bad about that. Which is totally not her job. Her job is to laugh at my jokes. Which she did, so I am pleased.
Man, I wish my doctor had called the pharmacy after he spoke to me. He's my GP and he's very responsive compared to...well...anyone. But he didn't need to wait until tomorrow to tell them to fill the script. Less sleep for me tonight.