An update:

Everything seems to be fine now. I am back home in Pennsylvania, and my dad is out of the hospital and slowly recovering. I don't really have anything to say tonight, but it seemed kind of weird that I would leave the last post up without some kind of resolution. Other than what's been covered in the previous posts, I've really been wanting to start making movies. I keep thinking about it, getting ideas for films. Also I had a dream where I did cocaine in an apartment with George W. Bush, who then asked me to kill the owner of the apartment by burning the place down. That's about all I have to say tonight.