So... new years eve my little brother told me that his plane was leaving that night, like five hours before I had to drive him to the air port. I thought that it was fine, and that I didn't mind. That he wouldn't be in the way of my plans that way, and many things... but when I saw him walk into the airport, I just broke down. I cried for the whole hour and a half drive home.
It turned 2015 while I was driving. I bought some booze, and got super drunk, and puked all over the place... and ate everything I saw the next day...
So today I got two kittens to fill the void! I never realized until he was gone how happy, and motivated him being here was making me... hopefully I can pull things together, and not wreck my diet, and motivation...
KITTENS!