Y2 D67

I am sore this morning. Spent the day playing DIY. I had this entertainment center that I wasn't too fond of in the front room. I also had this small metal cabinet that I purchased a while back from IKEA. I decided to see if I could remove the bracket that holds the TV to the entertainment center and mount it on to the red bracket. Took me all day, a trip to Home Depot, and a cut finger, but I did it. Problem was that when I got everything re-assembled, I was picking up the neighbor's downstairs stereo. I have major interference. Now I have to figure out how to re-arrange the entire room to eliminate the interference. My house is torn apart and a straight up mess. The only positive thing I did yesterday was getting my room clean, and getting a couch out of the kid's rom to give her more space. I now need to re-arrange her room. I don't know if I want to do any of that today or if I will just wait until next weekend when she is gone.

The kid went off with her grandmother to some art thing during the day yesterday. At least that's what they thought. When they go to where the art show was supposed to be, it turns out it's next weekend and they walked into the middle of a muscle car show. Talk about a little different. The kid didn't mind. She wasn't interested in either to be honest. Not because she didn't care about the art, but because her grandmother drives her up a wall. She is the queen of passive aggressive behavior, a fuddy-duddy, and frankly a pain in the ass.

I haven't heard anything on my brother. I tried calling and texting yesterday with no response. But he apparently had time to update his facebook status and friend new people. You know, when you want to act like my brother, let me know. I am trying here. I am not the family kind of person and don't always know what is right or wrong, but keeping your brother in the loop on your health seems like one of those things that would fall into that bucket. The way I see it, if you have time to fuck around on Facebook, then you have time to at least send me a message there that says you are still alive. Or even better pick up the fucking phone.

Whatever.

I see and now understand where I am rated. Fine. Got along for 39 years just fine, won't kill me.

Just remember this when you need something. Yes, I am that kind of a person. It's not grudge, it's just a matter of knowing who is worthy of my respect and time. Period.

Ok, time to figure out my day.