Yesterday was my sister's birthday. So, I woke my happy up at 6 am to call her at midnight her time. She was still awake, insomnia, and I sang to her and we talked until I had to get into my class. I skyped her later in the evening, my time, and I had her real parents bring out her birthday package that I sent her.

I sent her a big ol' pullover that she's been wanting. A beanie of hers that I had reappropriated during Christmas. A vintage Minolta that I found at a garage sale. A new sketch book because she's been complaining about not having time to go get a decent one. Some of our usual stuffs. And a picture of my new kitten because I know she hate cats.

I miss my sister. It hurt a lot to talk to her and hear and see how exhausted she is. She's been doing nothing but work everyday. My sissy... I just miss her...