I should be mad, or sad, or... something.

So, I just realized last night that I won't see my little brother until Christmas. And I didn't even get to say goodbye! We're like ships in the night -- I went to work, he decided to go to the beach for a week, and by the time he gets back I'll be gone. Then he leaves for boot camp in September (Marines), I come home in November, but he won't be back until December... so I won't see my baby until wintertime.

It kind of puts a downer on the whole trip thing, a little. I thought he'd be at my going away party tonight... since I put off the trip just for him, so I could be at his HS graduation. Hmmmm... eh, I guess I shouldn't worry about it, I'm just rambling.