My weekend has been bizarre. It began with my brother's ride home from college not panning out. We had to go up and get him Thursday night because he was also sick. I'm sure he's got bronchitis. The school infirmary wouldn't see him because he didn't have an appointment (despite the place being empty). So we went up and got him. Three and a half hours in the car with my mom listening to Eddie Izzard's stand up.
We stayed in a crazy hotel that was almost frightening in its decor. The dresser here makes me think of old lady sweaters that Stacy London and Clinton Kelly pull off of ill dressed middle aged women.
Every thing was sticks or antlers. Very frightening.
And this is just the beginning.