5.21.2001
 
It's about 1:00am, an hour over when I'm suppose to have woken up my sister so she can work on her Careers essay... and what have I been doing for the past hour?

Trying to wake her up.

Right now I'm clawing at her legs with my now sharp finger nails, and she's kicking her legs as if she were riding a bicycle. Funny thing is, I doubt she'll remember any of this when she wakes up.

... Yeah, I'm a bastard. I'll apologize to her in the morning.

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