I'm pissed. I changed my myspace password the other night and now I cannot remember it. I have tried everything I would normall use... and it's not working. Not only is it not working, but they will not send my password to my email address, so I think I am pretty much screwed with the myspace department for a while.

So I have been staying at my mom's house for the past few days and I am already not pleased to be here. The woman has lost her mind. The doctor has her on pills that she's not supposed to mix with alcohol but does anyhow. And then she doesn't remember. She needs to stop acting like a 16 year old. She needs to stop lying to me about what she is taking and how much. It's a scary thing to see a parent that way. She's lost it and I have to be a fucking babysitter.

Because of my mom's condition Roman is sleeping at his father's house. I would not be able to sleep at night wondering if my mom is going to get up in the middle of the night and give or do something to him that might not be in his best interest. Having to leave your child is such an awful feeling. But, it's the best thing to do. I get to go out to Flushing tomorrow and hang with him while David's gets some painting done.

It's snowing. And has been since before I woke up. I am so sick of winter. I am so sick of the roads being blown over and disappearing. Winter driving isn't really my strong point. Especially driving grom St. Charles to Flint every weekday. I need to figure out a better system. If I continue to sleep here and work there and I will end up broke. If I continue to stay her period, I will end up crazy.

location: The dining room. mood: annoyed music: my mother's "Music and Lyrics" soundtrack blasting from her room.