I’ve been feeling tired and nauseous the last couple days. Dunno why. I’d pretty violently like it to stop tho. Wouldn’t mind the intense headche that kicked in several hours ago to bug the fuck off, either.

Hmm. Got pressies for Melly. Melly! You should come get pressies!

At dinner, my dad started talking about the whole war/retaliation/WTC thing, and I just said, “Are you going to be talking about this? Cause if you are, I’m going to go eat in my room.” And he stopped. It was kinda cool, cause I don’t really stand up for myself, and I’ve always been kind of afraid of him for absolutely no good reason. But at the same time, I feel kind of bad about it, because its his house, and he should be able to talk about whatever he wants. *hugs self* But…I didn’t tell him to stop. I just told him I was going to leave the room if he wanted to talk about it. And its not like I was the only one there, so he didn’t have to like, shut up or be alone. So…..its okay, right?