Home again, home again....

And soon enough, I get to go on a plane, play nice with Sofu and pray to god she's mellowed out and we can go back to the way things were before the hospital.

I'm not ready for this. I'm feeling sick to my stomach and scared and not ready to deal with her. i thought I was but I'm relaly, really not.

If I didn't think it would bite me in the ass, I would miss my second flight and hang out in Philly for the next few days.