12:25 p.m.
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05 April, 2004

I spent a lot of time with my littlest brother this weekend. He's a lot like me, and that worries me, so I think he needs me around to keep backing him up. We played Conflict: Desert Storm on the X-box, and somehow the stupid computer made us US Delta force instead of the SAS, so we spent a lot of time wandering Baghdad looking for other coalition soldiers to shoot, but when we couldn't find them, we decided to do the missions instead.

Also, we watched Rocky Horror on Sunday, because I'm hoping to mess with the kid's mind before he gets old enough to be a bigot. He's pretty cool already, and sat through it without questioning why the guys were wearing scary underwear (stockings are scary) and why they kissed one another.

Maybe meeting up with Gary tonight, but I'm not sure. After my week of bone-crushing boredom, I'm now in the kind of mood where I'd like to hang out with myself and write. It's always the way. Still haven't watched Texas Chainsaw Massacre yet. Everyone says that the old one is the best, so I'm a little scared. I mean, I started screaming aloud in the cinema when we went to watch 'The Ring'. And, apparently, everyone I've spoken to has said that it isn't scary. But that could be true, because I also started screaming when I watched that Britney movie from hell.