Fine.  No one cares about the struggles that I face.  Just because he crashed his car and came back facing 0.004% odds of survival.  Coma, shmoma. Big deal, I can sleep really deeply too.  And rehab--HA--nothing to it.  Piece of cake.  I could do it with my hands tied behind my back. So he makes four laps around the house walking.  I can do that too. 89% in his Advanced Algebra class.  Okay, I couldn't do that...but so what.  I don't see newspeople clamoring for a minute with me.  State News, Saginaw News, the TV reporters.  Blah, blah, blah. 

http://www.statenews.com/article.phtml?pk=39777

There.  That's the link of the story about Sam.  He's the best and I'm a big dummy.  And now I'm crying big tears all over.  There. Now are you happy?

(Obviously I don't really feel this way.  What kind of monster would this make me?  I pretty big, ugly one, I think.  Okay...maybe I feel like this a little, but not really.  Yuck.  I'm a creep.  Never mind.  Rah, rah SAM!)

Seriously.  I'm kidding.  Can't you tell by now.  Suckers.

--Bad sister (or just incredibly gifted at pretending to be bad)...the world will never know.