It's around nine o'clock, and I'm laying in bed, mentally exhausted. Through the wall, I can hear the movie Eric and Joey put on. Some action thriller, from the sound of those machine guns and explosions. Probably a Michael Bay production. It's fine, though. My brothers are normally up all night, and at least these guys are trying to be quiet.
Joey had asked me if I wanted to join them, but with the events that unfolded today, my mind just felt ready to collapse. So I politely declined, saying I was going to bed. And here I am.
Now, for some reason, my brain won't shut up. Ugh, I hate when it does this! I'll feel super tired and sluggish, but the moment those lights are off and I'm horizontal, it's like the cogs in my head start working overtime. Visions of what happened in the last twen
