I'm watching DWTS. At least we don't have five hours this week - last week was overkill. This season is kind of a bummer so far. I was annoyed with Lance and Lacey trying to do a less traditional Paso. Don't enter a ballroom competition if you don't want to do ballroom!

Anyway, back to real life...I'm flying home on Wednesday for a long weekend. I passed out on Saturday. My grandparents took me to the doctor and he said it was because of exhaustion and lack of food. So of course my grandmother freaked out. She called Aunt Lu and they decided I need a break. I don't really want to leave right now. My father needs me but Aunt Lu was adamant about this. I've never heard her be so stern about anything.

I am trying to eat more. I just have no appetite. I feel like I'm force feeding myself. They act like I'm doing this on purpose. I would never put my health at risk. I just have a hard time eating. I'm obviously not an emotional eater.

Maybe they are right though. Maybe a few days in Pennsylvania will do me good. I'll have Aunt Lu's cooking and my friends around.