lately my brother and i have turned who can sleep in the longest into a game. the game portion comes about because generally there’s some kind of leftover food in the fridge and whoever gets to it first, then doesn’t starve the rest of the day. it’s a funny game since neither of us has the money to go buy food, so really those leftovers are all we’ve got.
on his birthday, i won for the first time since he moved back in. it was quite an exciting morning. i didn’t even feel slightly guilty or bad about ruining his birthday morning like that. that’s what weeks of starvation will do to a person though, i suppose.
i feel a little bad now. but i am totally winning again today because he was carousing until 6 am. apparently it is a love/hate relationship. as all good siblings should have. happy birthday, sucker.
love,
michele