Despite the fact that he sprung it on me at the very last possible second, in passing no less, I decided to babysit his son for "a few hours". I ended up watching him for 8 hours while he did whatever the hell he did. He stopped by once for five minutes, in which he got upset at me for feeling tired because I "didn't do anything today". This coming from a person that works at a job for four hours every day (despite now having a family to take care of) then moans about how hard it is.

God, I really hate my brother sometimes.