Tired. Very tired.

And also tired of when you mention an issue and someone says they'll address it and they do but not in the same way that you would. And not as strongly. Ah well. At least they addressed it.

To remind myself what I want to write about later, a song:

I hate my sister. She's such a bitch.
She acts as if she doesn't even know that I exist.
But I would do anything to let her know I care.
But I am only talking to myself
'Cause she isn't there.

I love my sister. She's the best.
She's cooler than any other girl that I have ever met.
She had the greatest band, she had the greatest guy.
She's good at everything and doesn't even try.

She's got a wall around her nobody can climb.
She lets her ladder down for those who really shine.
I tried to scale it, but to me she's blind.
So I lit a firecracker, went off in my eye

I miss my sister. Why'd she go?
She's the one who would have taken me
To my first all-ages show.
It was the Violent Femmes and the Del Fuegos,
Before they had a record out.
Before they went gold,
And started to grow.

I miss my sister. I miss my sister.
I miss my sister.
I really miss her.

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