Been a while.

Brother left. He doesn't talk to any of us very much. He talks to his fiancee and our mom mainly. He's thinking about volunteering to go to fucking Afghanistan. I think he's crazy.

I dropped all of my classes last semester, but I'm going back in September. Last semester was just kind of shitty. I was sick, mentally and physically, and I guess I valued intoxication more than good grades. C'est la vie, or something like that.

I've moved out of my apartment and moved in with my brother's old roommate, at least until October or so. After that, I don't know. Maybe I'll try the homeless thing for a while. Live in my car until it gets too cold. I have to find someone trustworthy to take care of Elliott, though. I just can't bring myself to give him to some random stranger who I'll never hear from again.

So yeah. That's what's up.