Genetic Insanity March 07, 2003 - 7:49 a.m.

My mom worries me. I called her the other night to see how things were going. If she'd talked to anyone about helping. Mainly, if she'd called the bank.

She mentioned something about calling the downtown branch because she knew someone there and thought she could work out some type of payments. Get past this full-amount-needed-now stuff.

But when I asked if she had called the bank, she acted like she had no idea why she would even do that.

Then she went on to tell me, in real-time depth, about some show she wanted to watch, but couldn't because the station was having technical difficulties.

And I thought my priorities were all kinds of screwy.

It seems she's not even trying to make an effort.

And here I sit, feeling guilty that Chris spent $50 yesterday.

That's right. I'm feeling guilty that he, not I, spent some money.... because the things he bought (a cd, dvd, and bucket of chicken) will be enjoyed by myself as well.

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