It's my last day in Philadelphia. Thank Jeebus, mis amigas. On Monday we drove into New York and toured NBC, and went to a taping of "Last Call with Carson Daly." It was funny but really loud. Then Tuesday la mad (Say "Lah Mawd" like la madre) and I walked around and saw lots of New York stuff. Very cool. Ed and George went and saw Ground Zero without us. Okay, whatev. I liked being in New York with just mom but I'm not having any fun and I want to come home. I really, really want to come home.
It rained so hard yesterday, it was amazing. It poured so hard and there was so much lightning I could barely see. 20-30 flashes a minute. It was huge. We had to pull off of the road and wait it out. It was good, because I got to listen to country again. Sorry, I know everybody hates it, but I miss SF. Before we left NY and drove through NJ I got to see Macy's. It's huge. And I got to ride on a small, eerie mary-go-round in the rain. I rode a frog. I was trying really hard not to cry, because I want to come home. I never thought I could ever HATE a vacation, but this is terrible. Who cries while riding a frog? Hmm?
I had a nightmare that I had a huge pimple on my cheek. (I never get those!) I thought it was a pimple, so I tried to cover it up, but it turned out a spider had bitten me and laid eggs in my face. Like that horror story I heard once. It sounds funny, but it scared me really badly.
I want to come home. Tomorrow I'll fly in. Add three hours to the time on this post, amigas. TTYL.

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