I try to get by with no medicine, as it's not as bad as some others. It usually happens at night. Are you, like, a psychiatrist or something?
New gripe! Last night, my mother got a 2 liter bottle of orange soda, right? She says, "Shannon, you might want to stick that in the drawer." But I say, "No! That's mean. I'll get some later tonight and let my brother have some." Thing is, I didn't feel like soda last night, so I didn't have any.
This morning! I went downstairs and the bottle of orange soda from last night was sitting pleasantly on the coffee table, completely drained.
Now, what gets me is that my brother didn't even offer any. And he knew I didn't have some because I hadn't opened the bottle. He's a jerk and I hate him.