My brother came home from UT Knoxville today, and I had dinner with him and my mother. I suppose that adage about absence making the heart grow fonder is true in this case, because we got along pretty well. Though doubtless I'll be yelling that I hate him when I go home tomorrow and spend the weekend with him around and we fight, right now I have to say that I love my brother. He always reminds me that it doesn't matter what other people think of you, especially when their arguments are fallacious and puerile. Apparently he's been having several chatroom adventures with random folks and been subsequently amazed at the vast ignorance present on the Internet (he was talking about being in a chatroom devoted to religion, but the people in there were only talking about whether or not the Vietnam war really happened).

Later I was talking about how I felt bad about turning off my roommate's alarm this morning--it had gone off about five times, and I'd asked her to get up/turn it off each time, and on the fifth time I finally just got up and turned it off myself because I couldn't take it anymore--and he said that was understandable and some other stuff about him and his roommate and me and mine, and I said to Mom, "See, I'm not a bad person..." and he said "No, you are a bad person. That's beside the point. I'm a bad person too. There's nothing wrong with being a bad person."

Course, then mom said he was full of it... Ahh, my family. :B

He also told me that he'd written in my guestbook.. apparently I took the 'adapt or die' line from him or something. I thought that was just some random passer by.. nope, it was my evil twin. =P