My dad left early this morning to drive out to La Crosse to pick up The Brat. He had to be out of his dorm by 10, so my dad had to be there early enough to load up whatever crap he's bringing home with him and get the hell out of there. I'm not sure exactly when they'll be home, but I suppose it doesn't matter much. I mean, what's a few minutes more or less when I'm going to have to put up with his shit for a whole month. Hopefully he goes out a lot and I get a job. A combination of the two would decrease time spent in the house together exponentially, which would also ease tensions and lessen the chance of me needing to beat the shit out of him. Ah, brotherly love.