Splintering

Ok, first off, no Mac. :( Sadness ensues.

Second, I was at the grocery store earlier today, and when I was walking out, a book caught my eye. It was a book by a girl who LOVES Sylvia Plath, whom I think is a great poet. Everyone should Google her if you get the time, and are interested in great writing.

And last, but definitely not least, I got my brother out of the house tonight.

We went to Barnes and Noble to read for awhile, and it was good for him, I think. He revealed something to me right before we made our way out to the B&N. He told me that Dad had arrived, and that he hated when Dad was home because there was a greater chance he'd be griped out. I just don't think that is healthy for someone living at home with their parents. I mean, I know that kids hate their parents and blah blah blah, but he isn't the type to say something unless he means it. He takes things in stride, and doesn't worry about anything. So I'm thinking this has to be a true, genuine feeling of contempt. I hope I'm wrong. Either way, I love them both.