  i had this dream earlier where everyone calls me robert. anyway, i kind of miss my sister. she left for st john's camp on thursday and isn't coming back until monday. and honestly, i think uniform group activities are among the most futile activities you can engage yourself in. why camp under miserable plastic sheets with people you don't know (my understanding has it that my sister's st john's group have people from different schools) and mosquitoes when you can come home to be manipulated into doing a wide variety of fun and interesting household chores by a superior brother?
even my muddy shoes are crying for her return. envy me. i'm an elder brother in a traditionally-run household struggling to find some modern relevance. to distill to its essence, i'll never get grounded and my sister is my personal slave. WOOHOO! 
