Lori's making another move to involve her brother again by yelling, screaming and sleep depriving him, but no matter what she does, she seems to end up pitching a hissy fit. Like right at this very moment. I've decided to think before reacting to any more of Lori's outbursts. Sometimes I am in the mood to use this blog to draw her out, sometimes I use it to inspire, sometimes I use it to vent or post evidence. Mostly I write to keep my skills sharp for writing this book. There are a lot of people that think I can do it. I am the first one to say I can.
Right now I'm listening to the end of a very long day and night of Lori pouting. I fully support her desire to call the police and complain...I'll win that argument and she knows it. She's damn lucky to still be out of custody. So is her brother. Rather than enjoy their freedom for now, they choose to continue to be assholes.
Up to them.
Tonight, I was thinking that we are in September...so 9/11 attacks are on my mind, so Lori chimes in with:
"International Terror Day"
I'm kind of not thrilled with the prospect of a terrorist with microwaves and the phone system in her control calling 9/11 anything, but that was not a bright thing to say.
