silversolitaire

Last night must have been one of the strangest nights in a long long time... *sighs*

At midnight, I said good night to Fleur and then proceeded with getting bored quietly.
At 1 AM, I was watching stupid sit-coms, gathering dust.
At 2 AM, I thought about going to bed.
At 2:13, I had a brilliant idea for a picture and started sketching.
At 2:47, I wanted to color it with my tablet, but couldn't find my stylus.
At 3:04, I did go to bed after all.
At 3:34, my mom came into my room, all panicky because my brother still hadn't returned and outside was a goddamn blizzard.
At 3:47, I was kinda nervous, too, already picturing him lying dead somewhere along the road while my mom was roaming through the house restlessly.
At 3:52, Sherlock realized something was wrong and decided to go crazy.
At 4:02, I convinced my mom to call my bro's friend's house to see when he left. We learnt (from a sleepy father) that he just left.
At 4:08, I was back in bed, freezing my ass off and waiting for my bro.
At 4:14, there was an earth-shattering noise which later turned out to be a box of bricks that Sherlock had found on the attic and thrown down.
At 4:23, my mom woke me from my tentative snooze to tell my bro's car had pulled up in the drive way.
At 4:25, my bro finally came home.
At 4:28, my mom was yelling at my bro how nervous he had made her.
At 4:41, Sherlock decided to pay me a visit.
At 4:41 and 15 seconds, I kicked him out again.
At 5:00, I was still lying awake in my bed, laughing my ass off.
and then...
At 9:04, Sherlock started a second assault and finally made me get up.

Ergo... I'm bushed... gah.