my brother took all his pills at once the other day. he's out of the hospital and back to work today. he's got a brand new psychiatrist and a grief counselor and a group for people with aspberger's(spelled SO wrong i'm sure) to help him with learning life skills.* he'd been hearing more and more voices, but this doctor thinks it's because of the medication. or one of the medications. or something. it sucks.

emily and the babies are good. grace is teething and is very grumpy. she spends all day shouting "NO THANKYOU" at everyone, and everything. the emily post of baby tantrums.

matt's car doesn't like him. his words. the wheel barren is gone. also his words. you know i know nothing about wheel barrens, or wheels at all. i was following him and he swears the car was wobbling and the brakes were smoking, but i saw nothing. but then i was singing along to my new 90's dance mix album. with rythym is a dancer on it. how is one supposed to notice a boyfriend on fire when one is jammin'?

*it's a possible diagnosis