won't betray the things that I hide
Will this bus ride ever be over? At least at the end of it I'll be home.
What an awful two days. Mostly, just boredom and worrying about Jake. Mom promised me she'd call the hospital to check on him and let me know if he wasn't doing better, but I still worried. I've watched more stupid daytime TV shows in the past two days than I have in two years, I think, while Dad was at work. That's another thing; why was he so insistent that I visit if he wasn't going to spend any time with me?
Last night he told me we were having company for dinner. A friend of his. Okay, cool, whatever. His friend turned out to be a 26 year old Nicole Kidman lookalike. Um, Dad? Yeah, I know the fact that you're 45 doesn't mean that you're dead, but she's only nine years older than I am. But wait, I'm not done. I went up to the guest room after dinner and stared up at the ceiling for a while, then went to sleep ridiculously early because I was bored. Woke up at midnight and got up to use the bathroom. Someone was in there. Went downstairs to use that one, came back up the stairs. Guess who I ran into coming out of the upstairs bath, wearing just a long t-shirt?
Blech. I so didn't need that mental picture about my dad, thanks. My mother? Would freak if she knew my dad had his boink-bunny over while I was there. I think I'll keep that little tidbit to myself for now. Ammunition for the next time she insists I visit him. What do you want to bet I'll get to stay home next time? Yeah, I'm a brat. Deal with it.
I can't wait to get home. Twenty more minutes until we're at the bus station.
What an awful two days. Mostly, just boredom and worrying about Jake. Mom promised me she'd call the hospital to check on him and let me know if he wasn't doing better, but I still worried. I've watched more stupid daytime TV shows in the past two days than I have in two years, I think, while Dad was at work. That's another thing; why was he so insistent that I visit if he wasn't going to spend any time with me?
Last night he told me we were having company for dinner. A friend of his. Okay, cool, whatever. His friend turned out to be a 26 year old Nicole Kidman lookalike. Um, Dad? Yeah, I know the fact that you're 45 doesn't mean that you're dead, but she's only nine years older than I am. But wait, I'm not done. I went up to the guest room after dinner and stared up at the ceiling for a while, then went to sleep ridiculously early because I was bored. Woke up at midnight and got up to use the bathroom. Someone was in there. Went downstairs to use that one, came back up the stairs. Guess who I ran into coming out of the upstairs bath, wearing just a long t-shirt?
Blech. I so didn't need that mental picture about my dad, thanks. My mother? Would freak if she knew my dad had his boink-bunny over while I was there. I think I'll keep that little tidbit to myself for now. Ammunition for the next time she insists I visit him. What do you want to bet I'll get to stay home next time? Yeah, I'm a brat. Deal with it.
I can't wait to get home. Twenty more minutes until we're at the bus station.