Where's my duct tape?

My damn cousin is screaming/crying/whatever again... throwing a temper tantrum. I need to get the hell out of here. Dan's coming over in 17 minutes (yes, seventeen, I say!) to pick me up and we're going dollar-bowlin'.

I'm going to bowl like crap tonight because my joints, muscles, and back are all still sore from ultimate frisbee. But whatever ... it'll be fun.