I was sleeping in today until my brother came in my room asking me for my debit card. He can't find his wallet and doesn't have enough money to get to work. Making sure I have the last transaction record, I agree and let him take it for today. Seconds later, I get a phone call from Laurel reminding me that it's Helen's birthday party tonight and that I need to buy her a present. Fuck.

I run upstairs and find my brother heading out the door and late for work. I quickly grab my shorts and shirt that I was wearing the previous day, and head out the door with my brother. We stop by a convenience store so I can get him his money, but alas, he is late for work and can't drive me back home. It's raining. I give him the money, grab an energy drink, and start walking. The energy drink doesn't sit to well in my stomach when it's the only thing I've had to drink today. I'm right outside my house after 20 minutes, and I start to vomit in the back-alley. My neighbour is in his garage watching me. There I am in the rain; in mismatched socks, shorts, messy hair, on my cellphone, with an empty can in my hand, and vomiting into a puddle shortly after noon on a Tuesday. He gave me quite the stare.

Awesome.

This horsey needs to have a shower and clean himself up now. :D

Adam.