There have been more fights than I would have thought possible. I hide in my room as the screaming moves through the house around me. My brother threw a glass of milk in my father's face, screamed at my mother on Mother's Day, refuses to talk to anyone but me. It has fallen to me to be mediator in this conflict, as the only person on the outside looking in, and the only person who knows how to talk to my brother when he's upset. I want to help, but God. The exhaustion.

Finally, yesterday, after the cops spent some quality time in our living room, I talked my brother into going down to Drug Dependency Services. I prayed while they were gone. Luckily, my brother has met a counselor he liked, and is willing to participate in the program. It involves family therapy for all of us, individual conseling for him as necessary, and other random activities. Apparently, as the sister of an addict I am entitled to free accupuncture. Who knew?

I wish the orientation were tonight instead of a week from. I look forward to handing the reins over to a professional.

Other than that, Halifax is rather emptily dull. I start work at RBC two weeks from yesterday: Customer Service Representative; $10.25 an hour. I wish I didn't start so late. I have nothing to do but sit on my hands until then.