Home!

Finally - and I mean finally I'm home. It was an awful flight; I started on Alaska Air to Los Angeles from SeaTac, and then I took two buses to get to the right terminal so I could get onto my plane home. After waiting for the plane to push off for about an hour, they announced that they would not be able to fix the plane, and it might take a while. Luckily, it only took them another hour to find us a nice plane that actually worked; plus Makala in 5th grade was there, and her mom is ubernice.

I'm hungry. I'm always hungry.

D&D tomorrow! Mom wanted to take me to Crawford to join the protest against the war, but I don't think that it would be right for me. I think I'm less of a protestor - even though I'd love to see his stupid face sticking outside, confused. Stupid man.

-R