Have you ever had one of those days where you barely spoke but thought furiously about almost everything? That was the first part of my day. Thinking. Analyzing. For no real reason! If this is how my big brother J.C. feels most of the time, I have no idea how he remains sane. Me, I have to talk. I can’t help it. I actually like communicating with people.
The silence only lasted so long, though. See, I wasn’t really in the mood to write, Anne is doing something with her family, the bestie is hanging out with other friends (bitch), and Rebecca…well, me and Rebecca do need to talk, but today isn’t the day for that.
Which left my big brother, J.C.
I terrorized the shit out of him with my getting all up in his business, at one point even pulling a chair up next to him while he worked on “The Change: Gabriel” and reading over his shoulder as he drafted it out. He actually managed to keep his cool on that one. Until I started suggesting things. 😄
Which led him to pick me up, sit me on the living room couch, place the remote control in my hand, kiss me on the forehead, and retire to his room to write, loudly locking the door behind him.
I planned on spider-monkeying him when he came back out, but the motherfucker must have hidden rations in there or something, because he was in there //all day, finally surfacing about an hour ago.
Anyway, I’m going to find us a movie to watch (it’s kind of become a nightly ritual lately), work out, and go to bed.
So, until tomorrow…