More Fun

He's been stealing money from me- and buying flowers for someone who isn't me, his aunt, or his mother. On top of it all, he's facing another one of his fun psychotic breaks. If he wasn't clinically crazy this thing could be a whole lot easier. Then again, maybe telling myself that he wouldn't be doing all this to me if he wasn't sick would help too.
Spent half the day at the bank yesterday trying to sort all this out. Needed to start a new account, but just paid the property tax out of the old one and don't have time to pay it another time from a new account. But couldn't trust to leave the money in the account because he could take it, or some of it, and then the property tax check would bounce. So they let me use some nifty form that allows them to take that check out of my new account.
I got a new cell phone. Actually, I got a cell phone. I've never had one before. My parents added me to their account so it's only 10 dollars a month, and I can call them or anyone on our network any time and not use minutes. It's great because I've been spending a lot of time on line (so as not to be tempted to call him) and I'm spending more time driving alone after dark. Will be helpful for emergencies, as soon as I can figure out how to use the darn thing. At the moment, all I can seem to do is to call my grandmother. Will sit down with the instruction manual tonight and start my schooling in the wide world of cell phone use. If nothing else, need to change the annoying-as-hell ring tone. Why can't phones just ring? Why do they have to play some tinny and corny version of somebody's favorite song?