Was that just my imagination or was that for real?
I made it home alive and well. Monday night at 10:45 pm I decided I was going to be flying home. My flight left at noon the next day. I barely made it on time because of the stupid security in Cola. They think everyone is a terrorist plus stupid southerns who never fly hold up the damn line with their multitude of jewlrey, cell phones, shoes, and knifes (j.k.) that they try to walk through the metal detector with. I was the LAST person on the plane, minus the handicap woman they wheeled in. They closed the door to the gate right after I got there. I was one lucky son-of-a-bitch. Didn't get home yesterday until 9:30 because I ran around all day with my mom. Seeing the boys was fantastic. We drove all the way home with the music pumping and it was just so much fun, it made me wish I was around all the time. They really do get along just like brothers. It's nice to see Chris too, since I won't be here much while he's here (he's our German exchange student), he fits in so well with the family.
I'm still sick, snotting it up. My eyes are watery today, I'm sneezing all the time, but I don't even care. I don't feel sick. I'm home and that's all that matters. Last night was the first night I've gotten more than 6 hours of sleep and it felt fantastic. It's amazing what home can do for you. I'm out to go have lunch with Joe, lil s.o.b. is making me buy. The things i do . . .
I'm still sick, snotting it up. My eyes are watery today, I'm sneezing all the time, but I don't even care. I don't feel sick. I'm home and that's all that matters. Last night was the first night I've gotten more than 6 hours of sleep and it felt fantastic. It's amazing what home can do for you. I'm out to go have lunch with Joe, lil s.o.b. is making me buy. The things i do . . .