Brother Stevens needs to be driven around today. I wasn't going to do it, but when it came down to saying no I couldn't do that because I know he needs help. It would cost him $25 to take a taxi to run his errands. So that's what I'll be doing for half my day. It wouldn't bother me so much if I could listen to the radio or complete a single thought without him saying, "Hey Sis, you'll never guess..." And I have known him long enough now to know pretty much everything he's going to say. And it's mentally exhausting to sound interested for that long. However, I keep telling myself that somehow this is good for me. I'm sure it's building my character or something. To know him is to love him, though.