After I got home last night, Bud called. He'd seen that I'd lost the job, and said, "Well, I'm the brother, I have to cheer you up." He's good like that. He's sensitive and oddly protective of me (oddly because I'm almost 6 years older). But he does always make me laugh, and has become the first person I call when things are bad. Don't get me wrong, we still have our moments, and he is also the person I've hung up on the most. (Usually he calls me back, saying, "I dropped your call." (I haven't ever told him this before.)) But, at the end of the day, I know that he will always be there for me. Like I will for him.

Oh, but he still hasn't come to see my house. Come back tomorrow to find out why he'd better hurry.