The Air.

I am sitting at a very uncomfortable desk that I made.
I mean, I built it, from scrap crates (you're welcome, earth) but right about now I am ready to just chuck the whole thing right out the window onto those kids out there.
The ones that won't stop screaming.

Well, my family was visiting.
As in my Mom and my Brother.
Everything went smoothly, we got some nice weather and we got some rain, but we also went on some outings and saw the sights and ate some food, we even went to see a movie!
The Burger got fed a lot of candy and he wasn't even a jerk about it.
It's like he liked it or something.

There is always a weird vacuum after they leave.
Like, what do we do now?
What now?