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.