Whoever wrote ths song, "He Ain't Heavy, He's My Brother", did not have a brother like mine.

Yesterday the straw that broke the camel's back finally fell. I lost it with him. My patience had come to an end when he threw a three year old fit over the mix up with the Angel Food Ministry. I was fed up. All the repressed anger came to the surface. We had a yelling and shoving match. I love my brother and I'm sorry that I lost my cool but I feel a whole lot better.

Mom says she is afraid that Barry will have to go somewhere else to live. I agree. I just don't know where that somewhere else would be. He doesn't qualify for anything. Melanie is suppose to be researching this for me. She says that even though Barry isn't her client, he is affecting me and I am her client. Something's got to give.

When I talked to Linda about it she said it was about time. She was beginning to think that I was inhuman because I wasn't reacting to Barry's shit. It's not that I am inhuman. I have been trying to practice my program and detach from him. I guess losing my temper pretty much blew that.