Tonight my brother came in from Austin and I made sweet potato home-fries, but I didn't have any brown sugar, so I dowsed them in cinnamon, which kind of worked, but they still really needed sugar.
He's writing a screen-play and it's his baby and I'm sworn to secrecy so I can't tell you what it's about, but it will most likely be a hit. It cracks me up how similar we are (I told him about the screen-play I wrote back in December) and yet with me being out of state, and now him being out of state, it's like we hardly know each other. I mean, the love is totally there and we laugh together and we can tell each other anything and we always rescue the other when everyone else lets us down (even the rest of the family), but when it comes to that general, day-to-day knowledge of what he's into and what he did last week and what his girlfriend's name is... I come up all blanks. It's really sad and I know it's a result of just not keeping in touch.
Having a sibling is so special and such an amazing relationship that can't ever be duplicated, it amazes me how much we abuse it. But, that's kind of the comfort of it. No matter what happens, no matter what I do, he's my brother and he has to love me. There's not much else in life with that kind of security. :)
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