I can finally say that my Grandmother went to the hospital, and also I can say now that I haven't been fighting any where near as bad with Matt *The roomate* at anytime before this one. He just is there at every turn every curve in the bend he is there to annoy or try and get you to take things at his own word and do it like that. It's either that or the highway. Well the highway's looking very, very good. My Grandmother is hopefully going to recover. They are just concern though about her heart and breathing. As that was what was the problem. So I think we shall see. If by tomorrow she's not out it should be interesting. Oh, and I do have a question for those that read this blog......when you are driving down the street is the left lane the "passing lane" and when you turn you always go to the middle lane even with the dote's on the road telling you not to? I'm just wondering. Roomie almost got us into an accident the other day doing that. I don't fully know if I can combat him anytime I'v ever tried to restrain or get a hold of him generally puts Grandmother on edge and there is even more fighting. But, this morning I woke up at 5:15 to him putting my cloths up in a dirty hamper. I know they are dirty but he went ahead after I told him not to clean them. Dumbass. It's just the fact that they are there, and need to be cleaned that is the story of the whole thing. The fact that each time I put a dish in the sink and don't immediatly clean it or we don't immediatly go through food and so we keep it for a few days *A few days in his world is 6 months. And, he should know..he smokes while I do dishes and run the kitchen. So he would Always be in the know* and then that is one day to long. I guess with him if you don't eat it there during dinner toss it all out.I'm sorry just alot of things going on and mainly it is him. I can handle this and do alot of this shit that has to be done but I don't need him giving me time tables and I don't need him hounding me to do things his way right then and there. He's not my father. This guy's is a combination of Don, Mom and Grandad. 3 people that at the height of there crazyness were pretty bad to handle even just as themselves. Let alone when they teamed up on you. When they teamed up on you...you were just fucked.He probably should just pack his things and head back to New York. And, one last thing always sticks his noise in my buisness and watches what I do and nit picks. He still expects everyone to be up and awake by 6:00 am. I'm not only exhausted as the mood says I'm pissed....and angry and tired.