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I got here pretty damn early, I am working off very little sleep right now. I got to my dad's and my sister Emily, her boyfriend Marc, and their friend Sara were here. It was so nice to be with both my brother and sister in the same room, that does not happen often enough. Emily and I were being nerds, it was great. I took pictures of her being a spaz:

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and poor Marc, he got poison ivy and was covered in white medicine (we decided he was infected with cracker-itis):


So I have had a wonderful lazy night after my sister and co. went back to Nacogdoches. My dad has that 'on demand' thing, which I had never experienced. I can watch anything I want! I have had an HBO documentary geek-fest, it's rad. Well, first I watched a very scandalous movie called We Don't Live Here Anymore. I had seen it before, but it came up on the list of movies I could choose from and I am in LOVE with Peter Krause, so I watched it again. After that, right into documentary mode. I watched one on tourette's, then I watched one on the final days of serial killer Aileen Wuornos, now I am half way watching one about people in rehab, but it's not the most interesting documentary.

Holy crap, fuck the rehab special -- I have all the "late night" series! How did I miss that earlier? Ok the rest of my night is going to involve taxicab confessions, pornucopia, and cathouse. I wish I had on demand at my house. Although I would probably never get anything done...