couldn't write anything yesterday, but i think that's a good thing, because it would have been pretty depressing.
i'm doing better now. much better. i finally sat down and talked to him and at least figured out what's going through his head. so maybe i still don't have anything definite - but i'm okay with it now. i can deal with it.
the weekend's here. i'll have time to sleep and relax and maybe get a few things done.
i'm happy. although i am a little ticked off at my brother, who's taking the 'protective older brother' thing just a little too far.