Still drained after going over to the Mother’s house yesterday, to visit her, W, and Bro.

Just being around M&W saps my strength and patience. We got along ok, but after a certain point, it’s like the slow, steady erosion of water along the grand canyon building up to a large gorilla rubbing an eraser against my forehead, trying to remove the tattoo of a perfectly square black box that his brother put there only twenty minutes prior.

I wonder how long it’ll take for bro to get fed up with his wireless leash and blow his stack? I fear for him living on his own, but I can’t imagine he can keep his cool for too long in captivity with those guys close by.

I don’t know.. maybe the comparison shopping between where he is now, and where he was a week ago will be incentive enough.

Upside, I can research getting my bail collateral back now…

Best ways to bring me back up: Think about loved ones. Hug the Newt until we fall asleep.

Random Scotto Factoid: I think toe socks are cute.