I’ve been in dire straits for a long while and it complicates things that my older sister tries to examine everything I’m doing, and also tells me long lists of what I should be doing and have to do. She came by the other day and wanted to know what I was doing, with my garage door open. Why the f— is my garage door open… Jesus.

It was being aired out, because there are no windows in the basement and none of course in the garage either and gets mildewy. Most of the neighbors do this too — leave the garage open for a while each day — although I’ll bet theirs aren’t as damp.

I think she also desperately wanted to interrogate me on the pile of magazines that I’d removed from my car, the pieces of shelving in the garage and many more things. Apparently because she helps me financially she figures she’s entitled to know anything she wants to ask. I hate this life.