I had two very strange dreams.  I think the first one was an omen. The second one may have been that barbeque brisket and sausage mocking me.  I don't feel like blogging about the dreams right now. They were just too weird and disturbing to rehash.

Yesterday we celebrated my Dad's 60th with a barbeque dinner at my mom's house.  Yes, my mother's house. Why?  I don't know. He wanted to have it there. Mom even bought the cake. My sister wanted the three of us --her, my brother and me, to pitch in 20 bucks for the meal.  As usual, my trifling assed brother didn't have twenty dollars to contribute and expected us to make up for it. My sister put her foot down and said, "no money, no food for you." I really couldn't blame her for that.  He quits or gets fired from every damn job he has.  He even got fired from working for a business a friend of ours owns.  *rolls eyes*.

The party was nice, but it was uncomfortable for two reasons: 1) My brother and his girlfriend were there and not eating. 2) I knew after it was over, Dad would be going back to his house.  I didn't realize how much it affected me until I realized I looked horrible in every picture I took! 

When I got home, I realized I felt very empty.  I don't know why, but I did.  I just took some Benedryl (because my allergies were killing me) and went to bed.