Tuesday, April 16th, 2009.

When dad called me and started to suddenly scream at me at an obscene hour of the morning, I called mama and she had no idea what was he so mad at. i called you and you said "you know how he is. you'll be fine, i know you will. I want to listen to your ramblings, go ahead."

When i told X that dad was screaming again, he said: "hug him" and tried to find him excuses. apparently he had no idea what my dad's like.

You always know what to say, don't you?