It could have been worse.
Jul. 26th, 2005 09:33 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
bktheirregularMy brother's apparently gone on a Ben Franklin schedule: bed at sunset, up at sunrise. I went to bed somewhat later in order to try and pound my body clock back into sync.
So, at ten-thirty, my brother wakes up suddenly, hearing unfamiliar noises in the house. He tells me in the morning that I was lucky I wasn't outside his door when he opened it.
Wielding an 8-iron, no less.
He forgot that I'd come home. Lucky for me he remembered before he did his John Daly impression. Or would Carl Spackler be more appropriate?
So, at ten-thirty, my brother wakes up suddenly, hearing unfamiliar noises in the house. He tells me in the morning that I was lucky I wasn't outside his door when he opened it.
Wielding an 8-iron, no less.
He forgot that I'd come home. Lucky for me he remembered before he did his John Daly impression. Or would Carl Spackler be more appropriate?
