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Yesterday morning, I hooked up the PlayStation2 onto the living room TV, so as to not wake up Brian. I had some trouble setting it up until I found out that the jacks were supposed to be hooked underneath the screen. While I was playing, Dad woke up, and I told him to be careful not to trip over the controller wire. He didn't really trip over it, but each time he passed through the living room, he pretended to do so, and then laughed slightly. Mom woke up about five or ten minutes later, and when I told her not to trip over it, she suggested putting a blanket over it, or better yet, that towel in my room which I use so as a pad for my dice. I chose the latter.

Later on, around 10:00 a.m., Marie got a text message from Brian, saying that he spend the previous night at Jamison's house. How ironic! I brought the PS2 out of my room for until he got out of bed, and it turned out that he wasn't even home the whole time.