I don't have much to report. My mom is still a mess, my relationship is back to the point where I am sleeping on the couch in the living room (which is fucking C O M F O R T A B L E ) and the roof of a building I own is leaking like a sieve onto the tenants. I went to this cool restaurant last night called the Roma Cafe in the Eastern Market section of Detroit. It is the oldest continually operating restaurant in Detroit. It apparently started as a boarding house in 1880, and the mother of the guy who owned it would make meals for the boarders. Her cooking was so good that they turned it into a cafe, and it has been one ever since. All of the waiters were 90 year old Italian men in tuxedos who just seemed generally annoyed that people wanted them to wait on them. It was cool. I'll let you all know when my marriage ends, my step-dad drinks himself to death and I get sued for multiple reasons from multiple people...oh yea, and I lose my job (there's a chance that might happen too! WHOOPIE!!!).