I did it! I lay there and I didn't get up and do anything bad that could range anywhere from breaking things to leaving in a huff. It's after two, but they're all GONE! No more of Kevin's friends. Kevin, on the other hand... is home, stoned, drunk, and absolutely jolly. He said "apparantly the name of the game is don't upset Helen, and I don't want to upset you, really." There were hugs involved. I don't think I've seen my brother this freely affectionate since he was 12-years-old. But, he finally gets that pissing me off is pretty much equivalent to pissing off mom and/or dad if said units of parental supervision are absent. Thank god... no more fighting tooth and nail.
I think the best part is that when he came and checked to see if I was "cool", I told him it's fine, your alcohol, fine, just don't smoke in the house. He *almost* resisted, but then withdrew. I feel powerful. I feel tired. I'm happy that my parents' ground rules, the ones we never question when they're at home, can finally have half a chance of being enforced when they leave.
I can't believe he was going to smoke in the house.

Anyway, I'm hella tired, yo.
My brother's speech patterns are so amusing.

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