Things got turned around again. My sister has come to live with us, and our household, which had started at three, dwindled to two for a few months, grew to four (perhaps technically six, since we brought the fish with us), and finally, here we stand, five strong. Or five divided. Two vs. Two vs. One. Unfair odds perhaps, if you're the 'one'. My sister. She has been irresponsible, she has been confused and fooled, and she has been sick. And finally, after large amounts of, oddly, my time and effort, she is here. And I hope that I don't regret it. My sister is capable of many things, and at this point, I hope these things aren't anything to really fear...but who knows...I guess only time will tell. It's all anticipation at this point. We are all here with bated breath. Waiting for things to either blow up, or turn into something beautiful perhaps. Honestly, no one really knows. But here goes nothing...