Home alone, whoo! Dad's in... Texas, maybe? California? Maybe he went to Quantico again. Who knows? Certainly not me, as I have the memory of goldfish. That reminds me of one of Hill's monologues in Oz. About how a goldfish's memory is so short that when they're dying, they think they've been dying their entire lives. Er, cheery, that.
Mom went up to Blackhawk (think mini-Las Vegas in the mountains). As of her last call, she was up a thousand. Very good possibility that I won't be going to school tomorrow. Actually, good possibility I won't be going back to school at all. Between the sickness, the grades I have very little chance of raising, and the fact that I'm going to be making up the year anyway, there doesn't seem to be much of a point.
"What happens in Emerald City, stays in Emerald City."
*SNORT* I'm thinking of a totally different Oz, here.
That episode of Extreme Makeover: Home Edition was just... aw. I finally started crying when they showed the nursery. It reminded me of my grandma. We stuck glow in the dark stars to the ceiling of my room when she visited when I was eight or nine. She died of leukemia the week of my tenth birthday. It was just so touching.