bromopar

I'm fucking exhausted.

I won't say this is the worst week of my life but it has been one of the hardest. My dad decided to go back on his promise to stop drinking and I had to get in his face and take the last of money away. He went to the liquor store twice and tried to drink beers that he'd bought. We think he managed to guzzle one down we think but two others got taken away. He kept giving me the oldest excuse in the book like it actually meant something. "Just one beer." Yeah right. I told him if he drank again don't come home. We'll see how long that lasts. A social worker is coming by today I'm going to talk to her about what we can do to get himj his own place so my daughter doesn't have to see shit like this. I never thought I'd say it but I'm glad she's at her mother's right now. I can't imagine what this would do to her.

We got all our ducks in a row as far as the car yesterday but on thing none of planned on happened. The damn thing didn't run right. I got it started and the rpm's just took off on us. Even without hitting the throttle the thing accelerated right to 15 mph and the transmission shifted gears. I parked it again and told my frined that we weren't going to buy it. She vowed to find out what was wrong but i don't have a lot of hope. It's acting there is a vacum leak or bad throttle body. I'm hoping it's something simple but I honestly doubt it.

So all that frustration has really gotten to us. I woke up this morning and could not keep my eyes open. I feel like I played two hockey games last night. I hope this weekend goes alright.