Steve cut his finger cutting something in the kitchen. We listened to all the screaming and goddamns he could push out for 10 minutes, then the damn cat jumped onto the table in the kitchen and the glass tabletop crashed to the floor. It shattered. That set Steve off again. I know he’s feeling pressured. He hasn’t been able to make the house payment and everything is piling in on him. But I’d like to shake his mother. Why the hell she didn’t bust his butt for acting like a fool when he threw his hissy fits, Is beyond me. I would have. I ask him if he’s cut bad, he doesn’t know. he needs a bandaid but he’s too damn cheap to buy any. I’m just angry at him for not doing anything and letting another chance to save the house pass by. I’m also tired of his fits.
Oh. We clean Sam’s house tomorrow. And I had a check up by the govt’s doctor today.