I am alive and for the most part well. I am still struggling with depression, but at the moment it is not too bad. I am here at Cocos surfing the Internet, attempting to resist ordering a slice of banana cream pie. Each slice has about 750 calories. I am thinking of bringing the whole pie home, but this is not a good idea for obvious reasons.

My step son will finish the tile work today. I still need the painting of the living room to be finished too. Next comes the hallway. I cannot afford anything more to be done to the house until I get a job. I have been taking him out to eat in my attempt to repay him for what he has been doing for me.

My daughter is very angry with me for telling her mother that she is failing one class at school. I pointed out to her that her mother would of found out anyways, by periodically receiving her report card in the mail. Now I do not think she is talking to me.