siesta fiesta

I feel like so many days are slipping by without proper documentation of their events. It seems that I'm too busy going on adventures to sit down and write about them. This is terrible because I have one of the worst memories ever. I forget things that happened just a few weeks ago, how I felt at a certain moment, how I'm "never going to do ____ again!" and end up making the same mistakes over and over again.

So I'll work backwards from today in hopes to nestle my experiences onto this corner of the internet, and maybe by writing it again, I might retain a bit in my brain as well.





Today my brother is home. He just got back from Spain... and the cuture shock is pretty tough to take for him. He's taking a siesta on the couch right now, which sounds really good. We just ate Chinese buffet after thrifting. He's going to be around for 3 whole weeks. Wow. That's more than he hung out with us this past winter at Christmas. He went with me up to trade a turkey for a goat this morning and we took my possibly pregnant cat over to get fixed. He's a lot nicer now and not soooo engrossed in philosophy that he can't see his own hand in front of his face.


My eyes are burning and I want to take a nap now.... oh well. i'll try writing more later.