I could write you a note. Chances are the worst damage from the margarita is a sugar high.

You know, I don't get on my ethnic high horse all that often-- there are a lot of things I laugh at that a lot of other Latinos might find offensive, but I think I may have just found my limits. A McDonald's commercial featuring what looks like a Latino family who've all brought their lunches to the park and they're all doing various little rituals before they pull the game pieces off the drink and fry containers. And thing is, several of the things they're doing are more Santería in nature and I don't know... for some reason, that really bugged me. If it had been a more mixed ethnic group, I think I might have found it funny and laughed it off, but that it was exclusively Latino just... bugged me and I can't quite put my finger on why.

Lewis looked at me like I was mildly nuts while I sat there, my jaw hanging down. Who knows-- maybe I'm overreacting. I'm not sure.

I could write you a note. Chances are the worst damage from the margarita is a sugar high.

She finally let me leave, and I was fine now. I was not even close to tipsy.

how is it the apartment is 3 degrees cooler, and I am FREEZING!?!

how is it the apartment is 3 degrees cooler, and I am FREEZING!?!

I don't know but it's hot in San Francisco. I suspect we have your heat.

THIEF!!!!

Steph, I know you are off on Friday -- but is it possible for you to arrange for someone else to pick him up? Because you had plans? Maybe not this time,but in the future. And tomorrow -- can you talk to other people and just let them know you need help? Not today, but in the future. Be honest -- tell them Dad isn't doing anything until he has to go into the hospital, it is scaring you shitless, and you need help so you don't lose it.

I'm not really good at letting go of things I feel responsible for. I really wanted to run away earlier this week. and spend two days away from anyone but strangers. But even if I ran away I'd be worrying about the cat ( that matt can take care of and Matt ( who even in his worried state will only drink to much caffeine and worry all day -- things I can' prevent anyway). So running away won't help. So I just suggest putting a plan inaction so you can et that 5 minutes of breathing time in

THIEF!!!!

Mine is an evil laugh.

Lewis looked at me like I was mildly nuts while I sat there, my jaw hanging down. Who knows-- maybe I'm overreacting. I'm not sure.

If it bothered you, there was probably good reason to be bothered.

Teppy, other people have already made a bunch of sensible and constructive suggestions for how you might be able to spread the burden about, since it sounds like your dad's going to be pretty intransigent. Whichever of those sounds most doable to you, go with that.

Meanwhile, I suggest that you go out and buy yourself a set of plates (maybe second hand ones) or cups or other kind of crockery, ritually allot them names "Bloody", "Motherfucking", "Cocksucking", "Hell" etc, and keep them to hand. In fact, fuck it, smash one of them now, just because you can. And the next time he pulls this shit - because, alas, it is clear that there will be a next time - before you have to pull on your big girl panties and do all that grown up crap which shouldn't just be falling on you alone, go get something and smash the fucking hell out of it, and shout at the top of your lungs, and jump up and down on the pieces*, and generally let yourself be as angry as a fucking angry thing that's just graduated from David Banner's Anger Management Course entitled Hulk: Smash.

Because you are absolutely allowed to be furious, and you know you can't smack him upside the head.

If pouring a large stiff drink would also help at this juncture (hey, you could have smashable glasses for that very purpose, to combine the alcohol with the ritual breaking!) then go right ahead.

And then go phone someone, so that EVERYONE knows what's going on, and so that the burden is getting spread out among all the people who care about him, and not just focused on one of them. (And, yeah, I think you need to get the phone numbers of his friends so that you're empowered and not stuck in this frustrating position.)

The swearing is not optional. I find that swearing loudly like a premenstrual navvy who's just stubbed her toe and then stood on a rake and been smashed in the face is very cathartic. Although preferably not whilst teaching seven year olds.

*ensure that you are adequately shod before following this step. Unless you're aiming to incapacitate yourself as a sneaky way of being unable to drive.