I missed SanFran, mostly because I have my own room, which I’m getting posters for tomorrow. I never realized how bland the walls were until my landlady tacked up my Clint Eastwood drawing on my wall [which was very sweet].
Anyway, Dean came home again, last night after running away AGAIN, shivering. I felt nothing, AGAIN. He apologized to my Dad, who immediately let him back in. Of course.
So, the runaway took a shower, ate half the house, then passed out on the couch. I pretended to be asleep and woke up early[ish] the next morning.
I did not say goodbye to him, and did not fall asleep [as I usually do] on the plane ride back, though I am obviously overtired.
My Dad’s been texting and letting me know how much he misses me, and I miss him too. Nothing new happened other than a visit to some ghost-lady with my aunt, and I don’t ever wanna go back. Rip-off.
Oh, and Dean updated his Facebook status:
Poor Dean, his life is so hard and totally unfair.
What I learned: The farther away I am from problems, the less they exist.
Music: I’m A Pirate, You’re A Princess by PLAYRADIOPLAY!
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