What's the point?

I'm a clumsy dude. I've always been. I bang my body around and I run into walls. Till tomorrow, my bully of a brother, bless his heart, will keep calling me retard, idiot, numbskull, and a host of other sweet words, each fitting every one of my jonzing episodes.

Yesterday you said tomorrow

It's the 6th night of his stay in the hospital. Everyday that passes feels longer than the day before that. Makes it feel like we've been here a lot longer than just under a week.