So. Today is the day that my big brother moves to a different country.
He's moving down to San Francisco. I've been there a couple of times. It smells really nice and the hills are good for your calves. Also, it's warm. And it's going to be great. He is going to be very happy, even though he will miss me really a lot. And it's going to be great.
The real sad news today is this:
My brother? He'll be back. My mug? Gone forever.