I woke up this morning and Zack the lummox was still sprawled out across the sofa, and mom was busy in the kitchen trying to cook him something up! She hadn't even fed Carol her bottle, yet she was rushing about frantically, trying to impress him with breakfast! Unbelievable. Its a good job I have my priorities right or both of us would be screwed.
The swelling on my fingers has gone down and the bruising has faded so I took that annoying tape off at last. It kept getting in the way when I was out, it drove me mad. I got ready to go out but mom reminded me that I had to go to do my stupid therapy with Dr. Barns, so I went their instead. I had to walk 'cos I had no bus fare, and I was late by the time I arrived. Barns wasn't as annoying as usual and all he asked me to do was tell him about the last time I got angry. I explained to him about Zack and the bottle - briefly - I don't like telling him private things, and he asked me how I reacted. I told him how I just got out of her way. He seemed pleased that for the first time I didn't let my temper get the better of me.
Once I got home from there I had something to eat before I went back outside again. Before I could do so mom decided that I needed to paint the fence. I don't see the point, it's ancient as hell and the wood is rotting away. I don't even know why we have one seen as the garden is extremely small. Its only their to separate us from the snobby neighbours next door - seen as they think they are better than anyone else, including us.
I painted it anyway on both sides and it took about three hours. After it had dried mom announced that I would be giving it a second coat tomorrow, along with mowing the overgrown lawn. Ok, I admit that I was curious of where she got the paint from, but where is she going to get a lawn mower? I didn't bother going out after that, instead I stayed in and gave Cazzy another speaking lesson! Later on Zack showed up again so I went to bed to get out of the way - they make me sick.
Jack.