You know, it’s strange how some people can be so oblivious to what’s going on. Especially when it’s happening to themselves. Sometimes I wonder if I’ve really gone mad.
On a different subject, it’s also strange how oblivious people are to sarcasm. Case in point: This morning, my brother said, “Gosh, Bridget, you look terrible!”
“You don’t say.” Sarcasm is wasted on him, of course. He’s already on his way to his room, and in all likelihood, didn’t hear a word I said. Of course I look terrible. I didn’t sleep until after 4 in the morning, and Jeffrey woke me up early by shoving a slug in my face. Needless to say I slugged him right back, although in a different context.
I am always in a terrible mood at that time of day.
Considering the (lack of) sleep I had gotten, he probably got off lucky.
My other brother, Ryan, is currently trying to convince my mom to let him breed flies to sell. Really, who is going to buy flies? It’s summertime. People have enough flies of their own.
Whenever I try to swat a fly, he waves his hand to scare it away. He thinks they’re ‘cute’. But he has no objection to killing moths and butterflies, of course.
I’m just rambling now, so I should probably get off.
Au revoir.

(I actually don’t like French much, but I’m putting that there anyway. Don’t ask me why.)