Wednesday - 25.06.14 in Your Face

Another day in paradise. My brother is a dickhead and any sympathy I had for him due to his recent surgery has evaporated. If he is able to drive (with one arm in a sling) to go and pick up drugs, then he can't be that bad, can he?

Today I did very little. I went to ALDI in the morning, and got my tyre replaced. Put the spare back where it belongs.

I made lasagne and chopped some potatoes into chips for dinner. My mother came home early, so I rushed to get it finished. It's not as good as I had hoped. The thing is, though, that dinner will be cooking, I will say it's ready in ten minutes, and still she will launch head first into the fridge and stuff her face. I don't know what she eats at work, but she never takes her lunch. I would put money on her trotting down to the cafeteria and putting on her "I don't eat much" show, just having an apple or something, and that's why she comes home ravenous and out of control. It's ridiculous. She's sixty fuckin' years old, she needs to get her shit sorted out.

I also helped my neighbour fill out some paperwork for his mother's upcoming surgery. He has arthritis in his hands, and I have nice, neat writing, so it worked out. I am always happy when I can do something for him, considering how nice he is to us. He's the one that cooks us bread, lets us wash or repair our cars in his driveway and often has us over for dinner. I am worried about what will happen to him when his mother dies (she is 94) and he has to move out of the housing commission house.

My back is sore from hunching over my laptop day after day. I might have to dust off my card table and set it up so I can at least sit at that. It just takes up so much space in this tiny room.

Nothing much else to report. I am feeling rebellious and am going to pop down to the supermarket shortly for a supply of chips and sweets. I want to stay up late playing Age of Empires II and stuffing my face.