So here we sit, 2 days away from everything being cut off and it’s steve’s day to work at his brother’s. I need a paper from his brother as well, saying that Steve makes approximately $360 a month mowing grass so we can continue to get our food stamps and medicaid. None of which goes anywhwere except for pet food and gas and utilities. It sucks. He does what he can and it’s never enough. He was supposed to contact the people at Reach about a job. He waited until 11am to call and everything went into a full voicemail. THEN, he began working on the Jimmy. He has no skills whatsoever working on cars. Geoffrey can’t tie his shoes, let alone help help with that. Steve’s been cussing for almost 3 hrs and I’m not able to do what needs to be done for him. Now the Jimmy is taken apart and he’s pissed at me for asking why he didn’t wait till tomorrow.

How am I supposed to feel that this man is TRYING? He has no sense of anything. No timing. No common sense. I don’t want to have to sit here without electricity, watch our food go bad, loose my bid at SSI, and have to come up with deposits as well to have things turned back on. I try not to be angry, but I am fucking angry! He’s in the shower now so maybe he got it put back together. Who knows. He’ll make some nasty comment to me on his way down and out if it’s done. I could go to the grocery store today but we only have one car.

I’m also sick running a fever with a nasty cough. I guess it’s my turn.

Sunday’s my birthday. I might as well stop counting as much as anyone cares. That’s not fair. I’ll have lots of online wishes and I appreciate them. No one here will even mention it.

Oh well. I’m making a hat. I have to pee. Nothing’s new.