My brother brought me an early birthday gift.

he fucking got me a memory foam/gel mattress pad because I’ve been crying at him about how abysmally I sleep and the one time I stole his bed I actually slept well

He was like “I dunno, I was out of ideas” and I’m just overwhelmed by how immensely thoughtful this was. 

(He was really frowny at me that I took the awful job thing.  I’m starting to believe the guilt I would have felt at turning them down would have been less than the anxiety and upset I feel about having accepted, but I suppose I just have to find out now.)