TIME: 11:28am, Monday
Its Monday?
All these windows and tabs keep opening up on me... and I haven't clicked them.... awkward....
So, 3:10am this morning, I'm having a nice dream, sleeping, I hear a quiet voice outside my window, then a bright mag light through it. Its my older brother. Instant "wtf" moment. Apparently, as I can remember, being half asleep at the time, he and his friends were have a fireworks war at a sand pit, like always, and he got hit in the head, so he needed me to go get his wallet with his medicare card so he can go to the hospital.
Yeah, so, here's the kicker with this story. If you NEED to go to the hospital because you were doing stupid things, why would you climb THREE rooftops to get to my window? Then, slink around in the gardens, waiting for me to come out? Bizzare? I will ask him later if I dreamt all that. Anyway, I think he had to get his card because mom would kill him if she found out what they were doing when the hospital called to get his number.
I haven't heard from his as of yet, he is supposed to be at work I think. I'll see what happened later. I'm putting money on a burn.
Yeah, so, that's my story of the day. Not much more to say.
Peace
CoDy
EDIT: he got home a minute after I posted. It has to do with a jeep, him being outside of it, sand being wet and slippery, then his face making contact with a rock. 7 stiches in a gash above the eyebrow. I laughed at him, and so did my dad. |
