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So my brother called me at 8:30 AM this morning (I was on my way to work) to tell me that he thinks he broke a rib. HE THINKS HE BROKE A RIB. I mean what is that? He was playing football (soccer) and had some kind of collision. He's in like four leagues, and one of them had some sort of tournament yesterday, and this was the result. I didn't even know what to say to that. I mean what am I supposed to do with that information? A rib. Riiiiight. I don't know, I told him to go to the doctor, he says he's gonna wait a few days and see how it feels. He's been looking up how it should feel on the internet (YEE GADS!) and it seems to be in line with however his feels. He also says he's calling mom tonight to talk to her about it, so we'll see what her opinion is. Also, considering his job consists of going up and down stairs carrying lots of stuff (or at least part of his job does) I'm not sure how that's going to work out. He has the next few days off since he worked the weekend, but that's only a grace period, you know? At least he doesn't care about this job. Perhaps he will have to quit while he recovers and thus will be forced to get a job where he, I don't know, actually USES HIS MASTERS DEGREE? But I digress.

In other news, Nicola moved out this weekend and Shahid moved in. I can't say I've talked to him tons yet, but he seems alright. Juliet and I finally got the 411 on his job, and (pausing to think of an American translation) basically he's a paralegal in training to be a DA. I think I got that right. Anyway, right now he works at the (back to Brit-speak) Magistrates. He put up with two Greys Anatomy episodes in a row last night while he was ironing, so I consider that pretty impressive. I have trouble with too much of that show - and I'm a girl!

We're still looking for someone to take Juliet's room, but we have time since she doesn't leave until March 20th. We have four (!) girls coming tonight, so hopefully one of them will suit. It's so annoying, this whole business. And even more annoying is the fact that just two months after we get all this sorted out I will have to be on the other end of it, searching for a new place myself. Because seriously? I CANNOT do this commute much longer. 75 minutes is too long, especially since I could live farther out of town, closer to work, and probably pay lower rent or have a nicer place. Win, win, win. (Well, except for the part where I have to move.)

That's all I've got. But guys - my bro thinks he broke a rib. WTF?
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