Mission: Accomplished

I have addicted my brother, Justin, to the crack that is One Tree Hill. It took me two weeks (and one of which I was sick and stayed home from work and had nothing better to do) to finish Season One. He did it in three days.........and then called to demand that I get Season Two by this weekend. I am using him as an excuse to buy the second season.

So, yeah, I was sick all last week and stayed home. On Friday I came to work, but then went home at 1:00 p.m. because I was about ready to pass out. I was just glad to make it home and back to my bed!!

On Wednesday (which, as we all know is the only day I am allowed to see or talk to Brad) he came over to my house. Now, mind you, I am ill. Fever, cough, chills, stuffed up. You know, ill. So, I was upstairs getting a sweatshirt on, not thinking that he'd come over (since I've not heard from him all week, so you just don't know if you don't hear from someone), but when I came back downstairs, he was in my living room.........and One Tree Hill was starting on the WB. I didn't think the night could get any worse.

But, it did.

Here's our 1 minute conversation:
Me: Hey. How are you?
Brad: Why? Aren't I allowed to be good?
Me: Um. I was just asking how you are.
Brad: You sound like shit.
Me: Yeah, I've been sick for the past three days.
Brad: *not sitting down, as I'm motioning to the couch* Do you want to go outside and talk?
Me: Fine *thinking, I'm freezing and it's cold out there and I'm sick. Duh!*
Brad (once outside): So, how do you think this Wednesday night thing is going.
Me: Well, it's obvious to me that you don't want this anymore.
Brad: Yeah, it's been nice not having you around the last few weeks. My life is finally back to normal.
Me: Okay *taking off shoes that I just put on*

So, I turned and walked inside. He said something to the effect of "well, I thought I'd at least come and tell you in person" to my back as I was closing the door on him. But, I figured he'd wasted enough of my time and my life so far that I didn't need to give him any more of it.

He's an idiot. Everyone who I've told (including his friends and family) have said the same thing. They've all said that there's something wrong with him. Yet none of them find it important to help him. I just feel sorry for him.

I can't say that I didn't see it coming, but he'd been so adamant about wanting to make this work and doing what it takes to make it work that I thought I'd have to convince him that he didn't like me, but I guess I was wrong. He's just been a liar and a fraud.

So, that's that.