It's night out, and I'm bored. So I shall write.

The fridge just started humming again, other than that, it's quiet. My brother just possibly might have procrastinated, and is scribbling out his hw, on Egypt. He's a brain, though; he'll be fine.
My mom is talking on the phone in the garage-- that's the only place where you can talk without someone else hearing. Even out in the kitchen (computer kinda by it), I can hear her voice as she laughs. She rarely gets to see her friends. Night is the only time she can talk with them.
^-^ goonight people