schizophrenic, photogenic, psychogenic, hallucinogenic

it's 4:51am on the third of january, 2011. in layman's terms, it's bloody early monday morning. i finished work at 4:30pm yesterday and went searching through coles annandale for my mother who i assumed to be doing her shopping in there, who i found to be catching up with an old friend. so we were in coles for a while talking in the christmas section, bought some groceries and headed home. by 5:30pm, yvette was tucked up in bed asleep, exhausted from staying up the previous night. as expected, i woke up at some ungodly hour of the morning when my mind deemed itself rested. however, i apparently was waking up to random explosions. i swear i heard the distinct sound of an elite roaring upon being stuck with a plasma grenade and meeting an untimely demise, but i figured it was probably almost dawn outside so i could be hearing things in my hardly trustworthy subconcious state and shrugged it off. sure enough i heard it again, so i looked up from my all too comfortable pillow to see my twelve-year-old sibling was sitting in my chair playing halo reach on xbox live, at 3am. our conversation went something like this.












today's starting out great already. :P