Oct 05, 2007 13:00
My brother went to a friend's birthday party yesterday. One of the gifts the friend got was a dagger from his dad because they like collecting medieval stuff. My brother wanted to know if the dagger could cut through a can. When he demonstrated the dagger slipped and he got nicked on the wrist. Blood was spurting and my mom came to the friend's house and took him to the hospital. He had to have 8 stitches. He's lucky the cut wasn't worse. Now he's home from school. Then his girlfriend just had to go and tell him on the phone that he was stupid for what he did. That was just wrong. I don't know why he just doesn't dump her when she says things like that. It's what I would do in his situation. Their relationship is ridiculous and insane.
I took some meds to help me to sleep. Apparently when I'm drugged up my mind comes up with clever ideas. While I was half asleep half awake I came up with an idea for a story about a detective who was transformed into a cat and his awkward conversations with witnesses. No I'm not going to write it, but I might do a drawing on it later.
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