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Stayed up. Oscarzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz.

Three hours sleeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeep.

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Sooooooooooo,

Got a call at 6 AM. NWA (to name names) has already cancelled my 2 PM flight from Detroit to GR.

They've rescheduled me for tomorrow at 6:30 AM on the one direct flight from Pit to GR. I've noticed that flight before. I've always mocked it, the businessie people it's intended for and its earliness.

So, in honor of my forced change of plans, I've decided to reapply my original semi-failed plan of do-as-much-work-as-humanly-possible-before-you leave. Then tonight I will go to my neighbor's for an Oscar party. I will watch the red carpet stuff and make jokes. Then once the Oscars start, I will go to bed.

Of course, since I'll be waking up at about 3:30 to take a cab, I'll be able to look up the Oscar results fairly early and it will almost be like watching it live. But not.

Change of plans.

Dad's getting out of the hospital today.

Mom and I have decided school may now take a back seat. Am saying "screw you" to midterm papers, and am handing them in early (with not enough editing) to fly home on Sunday instead of Thursday.

See all-ya-alls soon.

Have interesting predicament.

Lost a cup of tea.

Uncovered mug of mint tea is somewhere in this apartment. Have checked the usual places (sink, fridge, table, bedside, other table). No luck.

Tea. Tea. Where is the tea?

Soooooo, after four phone calls to Apple Support, one e-mail and five hours spent at my local Apple Store, Macky is completely 100% restored, music and all.

Dad is stable, although, sedated once more.

I get Chinese food tonight with friends.

Things are better, but after years of being told "bad things come in 3s," I'm waiting for number 3. Of course, considering how big and bad numbers one and two were, I'd like to request that fate give me a break.

Back to work tomorrow.

Dad, who had been improving, took another down turn.

Macky crashed. I've lost 6,000 songs (but at least all my stories are safe).

Officially the worst week of my life.

Thanks for the flowers!!!!! They're very pretty! The bear is adorable. I shall call him Chajkmm, after all of you.

Sorry, I'm not calling anyone. I'm going through this weird thing, where I don't want to talk to anyone until he wakes up and I hear his voice again.

Just so everyone is aware...

My dad is in the hospital.

Earlier this week, my dad stayed home sick from work two days in a row. When I called to say hi, he didn't want to talk to me, which was my first clue that something was very wrong.

On Tuesday, my mom arrived home from work to find my dad on the floor and incoherent. She called an ambulance.

There were a few scary moments. I almost flew home, but his condition has stabilized, even though he hasn't regained consciousness yet.

It took several days to figure out, but apparently he has pneumonia.

I know some of you are wondering why I didn't tell anyone sooner. In part, it's because my dad wouldn't want his friends and family to see him in this condition (which is one of the reasons my mom wants me to stay in Pittsburgh). But also, both my mom and I are private people. When going through moments like this, neither of us likes to feel suffocated by dozens of people asking gentle questions or giving sympathetic looks.

My dad's condition is improving and my mom and I are hopeful.

Be Amazed

I am going to a superbowl party!

And yes, I am bringing homework in case I get bored.