well, this is nice

So last night, I found myself bored out of my mind, as there is only so long one can go watching movies and reading books before one starts to get restless. So during this spell of restless nothing, I get a call from my brother. We end up talking. He had called at 9:30, and by 9:40 I was taking a cab down to his place. We watched a bit of 2012 (which looks like a semi-decent movie), I learned that I don't really like the taste of gin that much, that I crave McDonald's like mad when I'm tipsy (I had my suspicions before, but it's the kind of hypothesis that needs to be tested to be certain). It was a good night. I feel like I'm pretty close with my family--not as close as some families are, and we're all wrapped up in our don't-show-any-emotion pantomime that I seem to be the only one bothered by, but we're pretty close. We've got each others backs. It's nice.

So I'm typing now because I can't sleep, and it's been like that the past few nights. I won't get tired until rather late, but then I'll wake up ridiculously early. I've tried to straighten out my sleep schedule, I even took a Clonazepam a few nights ago around 11 to help me get to sleep--I didn't get to sleep until 1, and then I woke up at 6:20 and was wide awake for the next few hours before I was able to squeeze another two hours or so of sleep in. I went to bed around midnight at Aaron's last night, woke up at 3:45 and I've been awake since. It's mildly frustrating.

So that's that. Things are good, that's one alcoholic experience with no phone calls or punching, I love my family, and I may be a little sleepy but I've got a good day ahead of me. Nothing poetic, no trip of the tongue to make it something it's not, things are just good for the moment.