Yesterday, as a lovely Valentines Day suprise my brother had his wisdom teeth pulled, and being the good little brother that I am, I agreed to stay home alone with him all day so he didn't hurt himself while hopped up on Vicodin. The day went as follows:

1pm: I arrive at Micah's apartment where he is wrapped up on the sofa in a robe and blankets. He is watching a horrible documentary about high school on MTV. I unpack my bag with soup and tea. Micah tries to form sentences.
2pm: I make a run to the White Hen and pick up three different kinds of smoothies, several cans of soup broth, Gatorade, iced tea, and coffee. The cashier looks at me as if I'm trying to hydrate a small country. I keep my eyes down.
3pm: We watch Sex and the City, when Carrie goes up to the country to stay with Aiden. Micah begins to feel his teeth again.
4pm: Micah takes another vicodin. I wash some of his dishes and check my e-mail.
5pm: I begin to feel the second hand effects of the vicodin, much like second hand smoke. Micah has not left the sofa in five hours.
6pm: We begin watching Law & Order: SVU. That "Dum Dum!" noise at the beginning of each scene isn't annoying yet.
7pm: Hour two of SVU. I'm beginning to think I could do their job. Micah is beginning to think he needs another vicodin.
8pm: Micah takes another vicodin. We debate between SVU and regular Law & Order on NBC. We go with the regular. The "Dum Dum!" noise has become annoying.
9pm: We return to Special Victims Unit for hour four. Cannot, for the life of us, figure out what makes these victims so goddamn special.
10pm: We settle for Law & Order: Criminal Intent. We have now seen every possible take on both law and order. I feel for Jerry Orbach and his bad jokes.
11pm: Law & Order is not on any station and we are confused. We begin to go through L&O withdrawl. Instead, we watch Saturday Night Live, where two seperate skits are done in which Jimmy Fallon plays Pat O'Brien from Access Hollywood. Both Micah and I fail to find the humor in excess Pat O'Brien.
12am: Micah takes another vicodin. I make a second run to the store, this time buying more smoothies, teas, soups, and making a step up to semi-solids by buying yogurt. We watch more Sex and the City and eat yogurt.
1am: Micah's boyfriend gets home from work, praises me on what a good brother I am for taking care of Micah, and announces that he's going out to get a drink.
2am: Because he begs me (and I feel bad that his boyfriend is deserting him) I give Micah another vicodin. His boyfriend leaves.
3am: Sensing that he'll be fine (and realizing that I've been on his sofa for more than 12 hours), I leave Micah, catching a taxi home and going to sleep.

Happy Valentine's Day everybody!