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Now, I do honestly care about my brother. He's a very smart, funny guy and I'm glad that he's home until Martin Luther King Day. Really. And I can stand when he brings dumps all of his crap on the couch whenever he comes in the door and when he brings home gobs of dirty laundry because, well, I don't do the laundry, so it wouldn't bother me much, would it, and when he had the big dog sleep in his room. But when he leaves the Triscuits box open...oh, it's on.

Anyway, my holiday was nice. I've got the whole week to procrastinate away before I do my stupid Maedeival Middle Ages project and such.
Bliss, pure bliss.