This Lullaby
Title courtesy of Queens of the Stone Age.
I doubt I'll need a lullaby tonight. I'm beyond exhausted. I was honestly fighting to stay awake at my desk a little while ago. Thankfully there is less than an hour of work left, so I can go home soon. The one crappy thing about living back at home with my parents now, the commute. I had like a 7 mile commute from my apartment. Now its a little bit more, like 25. Ouch. That sucks. Damn you MapQuest for fast directions and distances! So I guess I'll be spending a little more on gas in the coming months. I'm sure it all pales in comparison to what I'd pay in rent and utilities though. Better be! I have a post-wedding life to save for!
50 minutes to go at work. Then home sweet home, with my dog, and my little brother who I want to kill.
Oh yeah, thats an interesting story I think I forgot to tell. So the Saturday night before I left for Chicago it was my grandmother's birthday. So my entire family went out for dinner. My parents, my little brother, Missy and myself, my aunt, uncle, grandmother (of course) and a friend of hers. So we're eating dinner, making conversation and my little brother started complaining that my dad wanted to trade in his truck, a GMC Envoy thats a few years old, and get something new for my dad, and he'd give my dad's old truck/car, and Infiniti FX35 to my little brother. So I started ragging on him a little bit, that it wasn't such a bad deal. Then the topic came up of taking my mom's truck, an Acura MDX, and my little brother said he didn't fit in it. I said how is that possible? I fit in it and I'm taller than he is. He said he just feels squished in it. At which point I responded back that maybe he should hit the gym. Harsh, I know. But true. He's a little shorter than me, but probably has 100 pounds on me. So, I said that and everyone just did a double take and said, whoa. Then I backed it up by saying that I was going to join a neighborhood gym when I got home and he was more than welcome to join me. But there was no undoing it, because he was pissed off.
So pissed off in fact, that when I got to my parents house to finish packing for Chicago I found a string or two hanging out the side of one of my guitar cases. So I open it up and find two strings cut off the guitar, with a post-it note attached to the pick guard, saying, "Consider it a warning!" Of course I immediately went downstairs and told my mom that my brother cut the strings off one of my guitars. She hit back with, well how can you be sure it was him? And I said, because he left a note! And slammed the post it on the counter. Of course he was nowhere to be found at all when I was around. So I left for Chicago and when he finally did get home my dad proceeded to tear him a new asshole. He deserved it if you ask me. Seriously. He's 22, I'm 28. We're not twelve and six anymore. There's no reason to settle disputes by trashing each other's stuff. I'm not going to break his XBox in retaliation, because its juvenile. So why trash my stuff? Missy was pissed off too. Luckily it wasn't the guitar she just bought me, because she would've gone medieval on his ass. And of course he's still pissed. He refused to help us move anything at all the entire weekend. At dinner last night, he made sure to take my seat. The only spare two seats were at opposite ends of the table so Missy and I had to sit apart for the meal. Just little annoying shit that is so immature I can't believe it. The kid needs to do graduate college already, get a job and grow up. Should be an interesting year living at home like that!
40 minutes to go.