my froggie brother has disappointed me once again. it's become a routine, a very bad habit. I know he's dealing with many things thrown to him all at an instant, but still, he can't take some things for granted no matter how bad his situation is. I don't want to tell him i've had enough, because it hasn't reached the limit yet, it's porbably just at 10%. But as the exhibition draws nearer, his frequent absence is turning me into a bundle of nerves.