My brother left today. His visit wasn’t as bad as I thought it might be. Yes, he is a slob and he had more stuff all over my condo then anyone I’ve ever had stay here. Yes, he is very messy and doesn’t clean up after himself. Yes, he snores like a train. But he IS my brother and I love him. It’s always good to catch up with him when he’s in town. When I got home from work he was gone but he left me an iTunes gift card for letting him stay with me. I’m sure I’ll find out how his class went the next time I chat with him on AOL.

Last night I went to bed at my regular time but was woken up by a noise I hadn’t heard before. I listened for a minute and thought it must be the guy upstairs blowing his nose or something. I rolled over and went back to sleep. An hour and 20 minutes later the noise woke me up again. I couldn’t figure out what it was. It sounded like someone tearing or ripping drywall. Again, I rolled over and went to sleep. Another hour or so later, I woke up again. This noise was really getting on my nerves. I hadn’t heard this all week and wasn’t sure what it was. I slept another 30 minutes or so and then decided I couldn’t sleep anymore. I went about my regular routine. I walked into my computer room (which is right next to my bedroom) and found my brother sleeping on the floor snoring like a cow with a sinus condition. THAT is what kept me up all night. At first, I was mad and woke him up by turning on the light and turning on my computer. He said he couldn’t sleep in the living room because the wind was rattling the sliding glass door too much for him to sleep. I said his snoring was too loud for me to sleep. He apologized but I wasn’t happy so I let it go. I’m not a morning person at all. I don’t like to talk about or anything. I just like to do my thing and be left alone. My brother tried to talk to me but I gave him very little in return. After my shower and breakfast, I had gotten over it and was able to talk to him. We ended up laughing about it in the end. I helped him pack his car so he wouldn’t have to carry everything down later in the day when he was leaving. He said thanks for letting him stay and then I was off to work.

I just spent the last hour and a half picking up and cleaning up from his stay. It wasn’t that bad. I’m just too particular I guess. I like things just so. I could write pages about how we are different but at the same time, I could write about how we are the same. But I won’t. He’s my brother, he’s my twin. We’ll always be connected. He was born first and I like to say that I kicked him out because I needed more womb.