WELL NOW THAT WE'RE BACK IN THE US AND I AM NO LONGER A BABY DRAGON, THINGS ARE STARTING TO GET BACK TO NORMAL. WELL NORMAL FOR US ANYWAY. I GOT A CALL FROM MY DAD THIS MORNING. HE SAID HE WAS IN IRELAND DEALING WITH A BANSHEE.
I know I've been kinda moody these past few days and I'm sorry. Meg's been fantastic and trying to cheer me up and I am grateful for that, but until I know my dad is safe... still alive even... I don't know when I've become so damn emotional.
Mom, do you need any help at the Roadhouse? Something to distract me from everything?