It's weekend and you all know what that means!

Yes, it means it's weekend. Are you slow or something?

Haha. Fun stuff. My mother bought me an ice cream today. And she cooked chicken soup. That somewhat made up for the fact that she also told me that Peter will be home for the easter vacation.

Bloody herr. I was hoping I could have this tiny little "so called" vacation in peace. But no. He has to interfere. I really think it's rude of him not to plan his schedule around my wishes. But what can you do.

It's no big deal. It's a slightly bigger deal that he's getting an appartment here in our complex. Yup. After years away he's coming back (almost) home. He'll get the appartment on May 1st. But it might be a couple of months longer before he moves there. I'm unsure what this will mean. He will probably be no more than 5 minutes away from me at all times. We don't have the best relationship. It will be a big change to have him potentially here at all times. Instead of just a weekend every now and then. We'll see how it all goes. As long as he doesn't hang around our house and hogs the computer then I guess I will survive. Such the martyr, don't you think?

I haven't been a very good brother to him. If I could live my life all over again that's one of the things I would try to change. But then he hasn't made it easy for me either. We both have had our problems and things to deal with. We weren't exactly normal kids. In our own little different ways.

Also, if I lived my life over again I wouldn't sell my entire Star Wars action figure collection for 300 kroners. Man, that's like the worst deal I've ever done. It was worth so much more. The Millennium Falcon alone was worth 300. What a sucker I was.

Good thing I'm not anymore.

I said "Good thing I'm not anymore!"

Okay then.

On another subject, why on earth did Andrew get rid of the "edit" cookie? Now I have to resize that damn text box every time. 40 just isn't wide enough. I need 50. I never thought I'd miss a cookie.

And that's it. Happy weekend to you all. Nitey nite.

np: zwan - a new poetry (020410)