Hah!

Well Brother emailed to say he is 'sick' and didn't show up today at all. I'm shocked! No, not really. Not even a tiny bit. I've basically just pissed the day away so far, it's coming up to 4pm. I watched a couple more short films, looked over some papers, talked to the cat and slept in a bit. Need to pick something for a late lunch.

The house is depressing today. Bah.

It's 7:30pm. I've had two phone calls one a charity asking if I have items to donate, the other some survey I declined to do. I've had three meals today and for some reason I still feel heavy hearted and depressed. I'm tired. Maybe I'll turn in early and try for an early start tomorrow. Not just yet, though. I think I'm slightly put off by brother being a no-show. I don't care if he's sick. Yes, Mother might tell me you shouldn't expect help. "Help is a word in a dictionary." But um... she's not here. If it makes any sense the silence is deafening. It actually sounds louder. I'm sure it's just my brain playing tricks. I played music awhile but that got old. I'm missing the background noise. The cat isn't even snoring for me. Oh well. I guess I can't expect a call from my brother tonight. And who knows when I'll see him next. It's maddening and not in an angry way but in a sucking away mental health fashion.