Saturday September 25, 2000 next
i survived my my big adventure (see September 22, 2000, September 23, 2000, September 24, 2000), but swear i'll never try to travel on the last day of the school term again. the night train was packed with a billion 12 year olds each of whom had a big bag of sweats which they ate to keep their hyperactive until about 3am.
the visit to my olds (that's parents to those who don't speak the local cant) was good. i was there for almost 24 hours and my mother only tried to set me up with one woman. this is an improvement. believe me.
my grandmother is still cruising down the long road of old age and somehow manages to be much cooler about many things than my olds, i suspect that unlike them she feels no need to worry about me.