Well, I got to Penn station at 1:10 this morning. The LIRR train leaving for my parents house departed at 1:16. The ticket machine said my ATM card failed the credit check. So, I missed the train. That's ok, another one was coming in AN HOUR AND A HALF. So, I go to the ATM, and the failed credit check bank gave me $60. I figured I'd go call mother to tell her I missed the train, but all I had was $60, not even $.35 for a phone call. I take out my bag try to find my calling card, and this wiseass kid goes to steal my backpack. Good thing I didn't all kick him in his head like I was planning, 'cause it was my brother. We went to a bar and drank whatever they call vodka and lime juice. I call it kinda rough. There's more to the story, but I have to get ready to go to a wedding. Oh joy. I just love weddings.