Yeah, I figured you didn't. Well, I'm not dead.
School is out for summer, and I cannot explain to you the beauty of having nothing to do. I haven't been awake before 10 in five days. I'm trying to fix that, but sleeping in is too delicious to give up just yet.
I went to the doctor today. This weird rash on my leg? Yeah, it's eczema. I have to keep it well moisturized for three weeks.
I'm going on a mission trip to New Orleans this Sunday. In order to protect my newly diagnosed skin, I have to wear big, long socks that cover my legs when I work. I will be the most attractive person there, obviously.
Dad still has cancer. I can't remember if I wrote something about that, but...yeah. The big C has entered the building. He's doing very well though, so it's not too hard right now.
My sisters from Dad's first marriage came for a visit, long with their children and their children's children. I got to play with three children under the age of 6 for a week, and it stirred my baby fever up something fierce. Another unpleasant side-effect of their leaving has caused the house to feel profoundly empty, and now I'm trying to rekindle every pseudo-friendship I've ever had so I can be around people.
And that's it for me right now.
Bedtime.
