I'm at my sister's. She picked me up at the airport on Fri. I was so grateful that my sister was looking after me so nicely, as I recover from my boyfriend's death on Sunday.

Last evening I took a long, luxurious soak in my sister's jacuzzi style tub. It has water jets long the inside of it. She started knocking on the door. When I got out she was furious. She accused me of being in the bathroom so I could use drugs. This was beyong crazy. I never expected this. I don't know what made my sister so mad. She may have been drinking, but she didn't seem drunk. She has abrupt personality and mood changes when she drinks. She went from not talking to me to demanding answers from me. It was bizarre.

I thought maybe she was mad that I wasn't out in time to join the family for dinner. I told her that was rude of me and I humbly apologized. She just got madder.

I think I've got to find a cheap motel room near the train that will take me to NYC. I need to book a flight back to New Mexico.

I trusted her . . . and she went Cujo on me last nite. She's done this Cujo thing before. I will not stay here being in fear of her next Cujo fit. I have no other family around here who could take me in.