i just got back from Italy last night around 3 AM. the trip was fun, but not as fun as the last spring-break trip. at least it was less emotionally trying, i suppose. or maybe it wasn't. i haven't decided yet.

i'm tired and i'm feeling a little sick.
on the plane ride back from Washington, our plane's left engine failed and all the lights went out. i thought we were going to crash. planes rarely crash but they're nearly always fatal when they do. i prayed...i never pray. all i could really remember was this catholic prayer we used to always have to repeat in church when i used to go. i must've repeated it a million times. we landed roughly, although safe, in Kansas City.

and now i'm home.