home, sweet franking home.

it's so so good to be back. weird, it always is, but i'm used to the weirdness in such a way that it's not so weird anymore. my dad met me at the airport thursday afternoon around one and we went to my grandparents' house right after that.

there was christmas fallout, i guess afterglow would be a better word, since christmas over there is done christmas eve, presents opened at the stroke of midnight. they were making tamales, tradition of traditions that is, and i spent pretty much all day there. too worn out to really do much else, i was up til like four on monday nite, til about three wednesday nite, and around five last nite.

i made it to brad's to see him and dunx, didn't really do much, but then we never really have to. saw my abuela today (my dad's mom) and that was really cool, i'd missed her last year, whenever i went by, she wasn't there, and i'll see bone tonite. tomorrow i see laura and i'm so so excited about that, we're having lunch, it'll be great.

feeling: nostalgic
thinking of: time and its thickness
music: "buenas noches from nacogdoches" kid bros. of st. frank