on the bathroom floor

Finishing up the fourth diary. The whole idea may be slightly cheesy but it's only really cheesy if you choose to do it the way it's usually portrayed. I wonder where the one I left in the plane from Chicago is...maybe recycled and now containing oily donuts or something.

Speaking of planes it's annoying how the folks keep going overseas. I thought my dad would come back and be back but he leaves twice more in a row. I don't know how many parentless nights I've had, it almost feels like the norm not having them around. And the brother comes back and is awake only at dodgy hours so it makes little difference. I feel like I own this house now. No not really.

Ah yay for tomorrow.