For this reason, I am challenging you, readers of my journal, to ask me a question to which I cannot answer Zooropa in any way, shape, or form.
I don't think you can do it.
--- 8:59pm ---
I just e-mailed my father with the honest truth. It has to be one of the best, most sincere things I have ever written and I am glad I told him how I feel. However, I feel rotten. Absolutely rotten. I don't want to hurt or anger him. I feel terrible about this and I am fearful of his reply. I'm emotionally drained. I need to go to sleep.