Well, I saw Wynne on Friday. There was not much to talk about. I got refills on my meds. A check was written for $45 and the next time I’ll see her will be sometime in December.

My father came down for his twice monthly visit around two that day as well. We ate out at a Mexican restaurant. Saturday morning we went grocery shopping and on Sunday my eldest brother dropped by. We had a family dinner, minus my sister.

She is… being bitchier than usual and decided to have nothing to do with the family right now. Sadly, my brother and I thought, “Good.” My parents and second brother did not voice anything, but I have the feeling they underwent the same sentiments.

Um… my mother’s back window broke again. (About the same time the previous year the same window broke.) It occurred on Sunday morning. This time however, we have no idea what the cause was… so…

Oh, and due to money issues, as written about before in this journal, I’m helping her pay for it. She has my checkbook on her now since it is in her name as well. She says she and my father will pay me back in a week or so. Thus… my bank account will be at the lowest it has ever been here.

It seems this summer is the summer for car problems. I think every single car under this household’s name has undergone something in the lines of “the worst of luck.” Thank god I am too paranoid and such to drive.

Anyway… nothing really comes to mind this week. My dad might come down again though and my mother and I will go to the capital for out three month haircuts. Oh, and my father stopped by some place here about his retirement. I cannot really remember the details. In any case, in something he filled out, it asked if there was any one under disability. Well, hello, my name is…

Yeah, the case is, something gave indication that I am eligible for more that I am getting. I, of course, do not really care. I’m fine as I am now. It is that and I am paranoid over anything that might be “too good”. Maybe I just do not understand the matter.

In any case, they said they would need to talk to me. I believe my mom was informed by my dad that he said that I required others to talk for me. That is utterly true. I just wish I remember the wording.

Uh… I’m taking a break from DA. When things that are supposed to be for leisure become a chore it is best to take a break. My huge explosion of “creativity” is finally dying down I believe, which is likely a good thing. If it continued my health likely would be in jeopardy.

Oh… in news of “dread”, my eldest brother will likely drop his cat into our laps. It will be temporary, but I fear what might happen. Territory, spraying, cat fights, furniture clawed… Yes. We have enough animals. I know. I’m the cleaner.

Oh well.