then we're all just
fucked. Or are we?
I'm home now. "Home" being Dallas... which isn't actually my home. I think it's weird how "home" can change so many times in the course of one year, even the course of a day. When I'm not home, I call the hotel "home". When I'm in Vegas, my house is home. My mother's house is "home". Maybe someone can have more than one home?
My sickness is not getting better. It's actually worse now that I've been in that stuffy metal box 30,000 ft above the ground. Going up was fine, coming down... ouch. I felt like my eardrums were going to pop open and start bleeding all over the person in the seat next to me. Messy. Now it feels like there is a permanent, invisible cotton ball stuck in my left ear. It's really pretty irritating. It has come in handy a couple of times tonight, when I tuned my mother out.
"Hannah, are you listening?"
"Oh - what? Sorry, my ear, I can't hear anything!"
I love her but I wish she wouldn't drink... as much. She was so incoherent tonight that I almost pretended to be sleepy just so I could go to the bedroom to hide, to not have to deal with it. To not have to deal with her. (sigh)
I have one more final to take. Online. Tomorrow. Fuck.
I want to go to Disney World. NOW.
This is my mantra for tomorrow...
Sunday, Sunday, Sunday, Sunday..... xoxo
