EPTIt turns out there are certain very popular American TV shows that love shit like this, so we spent the majority of our time hiding from them to get some peace and quite. The day started out odd, but ended over cocktails in a hotel with my brother, his girlfriend, my self and my father and step mother. Given the situation it was surprisingly pleasant.
I'm heading back 'home' for the first time in Fifteen years for Christmas. This only complicates things more, and I don't like leaving my mother and my sister for the holidays, but then again if they'd had a normal divorce this would have been the nature of things anyways.
In the end what I want most out of this is to return to education, and resume my role as the smart guy who isn't good with people. This giant interpersonal drama just doesn't suit me, but then again these TV shows might pay me for an autobiography, and I'm not entirely against prositution.
In other news, for some reason I'm playing SC2 decently again. In the end the trick is to not give a fuck.
