Okay. So, today is not my calmest day ever.

My sister tells me that my computer won't turn on. You know, my computer that belongs to Mike's late grandfather that he gave to me on the condition that I keep it in good working order.

How would she know this? I wonder. When I shut my computer down last night, it was working perfectly, and she's not allowed in my room anyhow.

"Oh, daddy told me to check." Which he didn't, since I called and asked him. I confronted her about it. As it turns out, she was trying to get online, and hers wouldn't work.

"If you don't want anybody in your room, maybe you should just move out."

Seriously? Honestly?

I had to count to ten and walk away, because I almost broke her motherfucking nose.