I was as reckless and selfish as you.

I'm sitting in my dad's office, still half-awake and still slightly frazzled. Little crumbs litter his desk, all produced by yours truly in my attempt to constuct a breakfast with very few supplies.

Of all the things that could've happened, this is probably the most unexpected. I expected to end up in Connecticut again, or New York. Maybe, I was hoping, Pennsylvania. But here? I can't even really remember much of what happened. One minute I was sitting in school, then I was in the hospital (again), then I was in my dad's car, then at home, then at Nancy's, my dad's car, then my dad's house, then a hotel. It was the most absurdly random day I've ever lived through. But I did live through.

I'm listening to a song that makes me want to cry: "Still Around" by 3OH!3. It kind of reminds me of an old situation I was in, but it was so long ago that I barely remember how I felt. I don't know. It just is such a beautiful song, that I felt the need to say something.

My mom basically told my dad over the phone that it was his turn to parent me, that she's been doing it for twelve years and that he should "step up to the plate." Like I was a piece of meat. "Ian, it's your turn to cook it, I tried but it's still tender in places and tough in others." I hate when she does that. Which is actually quite often.