It's weekend, finally. Hehe. What a tough week it's been. My legs are close to ok now. But my right thigh is still quite sore. And if I put too much weight on it then it feels like it's going to crumble beneath me. I still think a wooden leg must be a cool thing to have. If you're a pirate and all.

I'm still a big boy inside. And show me one boy in the world who doesn't want to be a pirate. Arrrr matey. Never gonna happen.

My brother is home. He's loud, so loud. The loudest person I know. It's endearing in one way. He will sit in front of the TV and watch some old Danish comedy. Dirch Passer or Soldaterkammerater or whatever. And he will laugh. And by laugh I mean laugh out loud. The people who came up with the "lol" term must have heard my brother. Seriously. He screams those haha's out. I'm pretty sure it can be heard all over the neighbourhood. And it is sweet and cute to see him laugh so hard with all his heart. But it's also very, very grating. I like my peace and quiet. There's not a lot of that when Peter is around.

He's just an intrusion in my life. And I know it's unfair. Because he's a person just like me. With just as much right to be here. To use the computer. To drink the last milk. It's not fair of me to get mad at all the little niggles because he really doesn't mean any harm. He's not very thoughtful. Or very respectful. But he's not mean spirited either. I haven't always been nice to him. We've had our fights. Many over the years. I don't think we'll ever be really close, like "you're my brother, I'd die for you". But I do love him somehow, and it would be better for everyone if I could away from the negative feelings. I will try.

Happy new year, everyone! I hope you have your resolutions ready too.

Now I must go. Prepare for the party tomorrow. One thousand entries, never looking back.

np: r.e.m. - world leader pretend (890303)