and where i left off

sybil has now eaten and my dad has now punched 3 holes. lol for those who get that joke. and my dad is running around the house in his underwear.... oh yeah gross. serious eye pulling out- age. and he's going to the rant stage. I seriously think we should name the stages of his anger..... hmm
okay well first theres the im depressed stage. then the ugh i hate my life, then a short burst of anger, then yelling rants then the i give up speech then more banging and breaking and then the full on tsunami.
1. im depresed stage
2. i hate my life stage
3. short burst stage
4. yelling rant stage
5. i give up stage
6. banging and breaking stage
7. tsunami stage
finally 8. cricket criket

The loud depressing music is usually in stage 2 so you know, and the mopy crying but in in stage 5. and also in stage 5 in the im moving far away. right now i'd say my dad is a stage 6, though there was no music tonight.
I'll keep you updated if anything more happens, and the amount of dammage completed by the end. so far we are at 3 holes and a large smash of some kind, hopefully this time it isnt my mug :( grr.
GothGirl xox