I know i'm up early, but it's nessicary. My dad still hasn't come back. Why do i have the feeling he drank himself to death? Oh, i hope he's alright. Stupid dad! Making everyone worry over him and then comes home perfectly fine, i wish that that's what's going to happen. i would cry if he was dead. i would cry hard.
my sister was able to come back from her 'special place' with some new medicine that's supposed to help her condition. well, it didn't. so yesterday they took her perscription and doubled it, that worked for sure because now she's all loopy and everyone (except missing dad) is up early trying to take care of a delirious child. it was too much on her body. yeah, gotta go. mom's screaming at me to get off her computer to come make my sister breakfast. sheesh. things sure can get out of hand, huh? Here i go, bye.
p.s. on the next post i'll try to have Cassedy come on. you've heard from Kaitlyn and Kathrine, but not yet Cassedy.
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