My job makes me awfully sleepy.

so for the first time in over fifteen years I spoke to my father... Just to let him know that I was coming to Chicago and that I was willing to meet him again and the rest of my family... There's going to be a pretty harsh language barrier... I originally planned for Liana and I to go and meet them but I think it's better if I face this alone. I don't know, I feel like I have to see what the other part of me looks like, acts like or even sounds like. I have voice-mails from my father where he wrote me songs. I can never hear them quite well but they always make me cry. Only two people have ever written me songs. I think it's funny how now that I have a co-worker with the same name as him, I make it apparent that I get to say his name as much as possible, so the words don't sound foreign to my lips.