Still at dads. I am questioning the fact that my stepmother is making food that I wont eat. Like squid salad or she just tells me that she is only making dinner for my father and no one else, she even neglects to tell her own son that she wont be preparing a dinner for him either. Damn it, it just annoys me. My mother invites me for dinner and happy hour all the time, and she would be wiling to prepare me something to eat at anytime, no mother lets her children go hungry! I just got my ACLU card in the mail... the letter tells me to carry the card with me proudly. I know that I will, I wish that it was more than a simple piece of paper, something laminated or plastic. Oh well, it is more about the meaning behind the card than the card itself. Last night I downed an entire bottle of wine and threw it up at about 5am this morning. Today I have been laying around feeling I'll just drinking some fluids and eating toast and reading the New York Times. I have been revisiting the genealogy of the Targos family and I have traced back to Jacob Targosz as a child in Poland in 1886 prior to his trip to the US in 1904. I made a custom hoodie online that identifies me as a Targos and our year of birth...1886.