bored

yesterday, my brother went back to school. the medical reaction got better and off he flew to the land of mouthwatering BBQ and no snow. of course he brought his every worldly posession along, smashed into a four-ton suitcase. and let's not forget the golf clubs. as i was trying to maneuver through the throngs of people at o'hare with the golf bag knocking into everything, i thought to myself, why can't this kid have taken up a sport that utilizes smaller equipment, like table tennis?

but coming home to a sleeping house really sort of sucks.