You know they say that bad things get better the second time around? Yeah? That's fucking bullshit.

I miss my brother. Last time I saw him? A few hours ago. Next time I'll see him? Oh, about half a year from now. Goodbyes really suck. And now I'm sitting in my suddenly too big and too lonely house blasting The Mars Volta. A wonderful way to spend a Friday evening. At least I've got good music.

Oh, while I'm writing in such a cheerful tone, I'll throw in a quote from my teacher concerning the great depression: "But.. How did prohibition really end then?" "Honestly, after the great depression.. I think they all just needed a drink."

And now, my dear readers who have not read a post from me in a month, I could make up some lousy excuse and apologize, but I'm simply going to move in to my bed now and stay there for a few days or so. And since I'm too lazy to take a picture of my own, here's a google-picture of a random bed that looks pretty comfy. 'night mates!