It's Summer Time!

And life is boring. I spend two hours everyday dragging the sprinkler around the lawn. I check my email for a letter from my English cousin, I've written him like 4 letters now with out a reply. I greatly fear that he is NEVER going to write me back. Hell, he doesn't even talk to me on Face Book now. I'm sort puzzled as to why. . .?

Anyhoo, sometimes I manged to make myself do some house cleaning, mostly not unfortunately. I mess around on the Internet and pet cats. Then I go to the gym and have gotten into a really bad habit of NOT excising, but just washing.

Then it's off to work, where I do work. It's the only bright spot of my life that I am able to make myself do stuff there. I think I need to talk to someone or have BF come over and force me to work on house.

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Now for the distressing news. I think my brother has broken into the house. I had to change the lock because the old lock wouldn't lock or unlock anymore, and there nothing like spending fifteen minutes after midnight in a really bad neighborhood, trying to get the door to unlock. This means he doesn't have acess to the house. I also stuck a knife into the lock on the cat door after I realized the duct tape holding close had been pulled loose. I figured he sent my youngest nephew in through the cat door to open up for him like he use to do with the eldest nephew. So that entry way was out for him. So he forced my bedroom window open and got in that way. I found the window lock on the floor and the slide down plastic lock that comes on the window has been cracked in half.

His Tandy computer is gone, as well, as well as Daddy's car models, the deed to the house, the paperwork deeding my sister's 1/3 to me, and I can't find my birth certificate either. It's the latter which makes me wonder whether it's it's him or not. My birth certificate is not useful to him.

Also the spare house key is gone from it's hiding place if I remember getting four key correctly. If it's just three, he didn't get it or made a copy of it.

We have no idea why he is this way. . .